This is a song about "The bread king"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I'm duckin' the feds, touchin' the bread, and hopefully, faithfully,

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

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

Dare ya, take out the king/

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

The undeniable rise of a king

Cut me off every time im talking

Y'know i am the king

Tell them niggas we coming

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

City bread just like the rangers

But he don't rule a thing

Here comes the next rap king