This is a song about "I do it for the bread"

I do it for the birds

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

I gotta do it for my people by the time i vanish

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ask for the bread then fuck in the restroom

And her smile lit up the room

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

We do for the kids, we do it for our biz

Hed do it- this the letter for before i fucking do it.

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I love the area and all that it do for me

I don't do it for others i just do it for me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

I wasn't ready for the impact it would do.

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you