This is a song about "The bread king"

This ain't easy, im thinking

Here comes the next rap king

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

This is like love, that you can never get

The undeniable rise of a king

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Aint in this for the money but itd be nice to make some fucking bread

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,