This is a song about "Pack bread"

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

All you knew was rat pack

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Did some school work, went with the pack

You aint even got a pack

This is why her nigga mad

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

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

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,