This is a song about "Sliced bread"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Nobody ain't own us yet

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple

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

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Now i’m up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread