This is a song about "Stacking my bread"

You wonda why they call u bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

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

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

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team