This is a song about "Getting my bread up"

U stole my money bread and dough

Now them broads gon' follow

I run up in your spot getting invasive

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

Everybody getting throwed, keep the dro rolled up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I never show up end up getting suspensions

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block