This is a song about "Onder bread"

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

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

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

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

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Pocket racked up all big faces

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Modify your quota bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich