This is a song about "Stale bread"

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

And i’m ballin' bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

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

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

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head