This is a song about "The bread king"

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

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Probably die getting some head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread

5 star meals all the homies break bread with me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

City bread just like the rangers

The richest place on earth

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king