This is a song about "Getting my bread up"

U stole my money bread and dough

Your last man was semi pro

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

I run up in your spot getting invasive

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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