This is a song about "Garlic bread"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm sure to get rich

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Bitch got all them booty shots

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

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