This is a song about "French bread"

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm sure to get rich

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

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

You already know you're dead

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

And please never disrespect my set

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

City bread just like the rangers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

I've become immune to you no name haters