This is a song about "Ginger bread houses"

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

Moving houses for supposed whores

And of course, my car's off course

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Regardless to all them, i appease her

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that