This is a song about "Laura baguet"

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Like a church in debt

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Stork your head in a basket,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket