This is a song about "Getting my bread up"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Probably die getting some head

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Call me whatever joe

U stole my money bread and dough

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Getting in touch with my mental.