This is a song about "Stacking my bread"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

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

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth