This is a song about "Eggy bread"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Maybe we just need to slow

U stole my money bread and dough

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Throw d's on that bitch