This is a song about "Wet bread"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy