This is a song about "Make bread"

You haven't flowered loco

U stole my money bread and dough

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

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

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red