This is a song about "Gingerbread"

Low income no bills getting paid

Saying life's a piece of cake

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

We got young people's lives at stake

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

And if your patient you'll be the one taking the cake

And i could see you coming home after work late