This is a song about "Panera bread"

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Ships that sail to distant places

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

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Cutting me this worthless check

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich