This is a song about "Makin that bread"

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Guess that these bread fans with less raps got caught with a red hand

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

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

City bread just like the rangers

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich