This is a song about "Onder bread"

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

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

I work hard for everything i get

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

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

So if i do call it's just a check

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Eat a dick nigga, bitch