This is a song about "White bread"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm sure to get rich

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

No. wheat. bread. please give me that white dough

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops