This is a song about "Moldy bread"

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

And i’m ballin' bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

U stole my money bread and dough

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

She don’t give her nigga head