What will you do when you bread? What kind of question is that? I will do the same shit I been doing… Minding my business and growing all the hate still shows! No need to be flashy and less classy I gotta keep myself a breast to the opposition. You know never leave their positions. The tears I cry and pain I feel is not match for a groupy deal. They want to see beg for my meals. All of sudden they wanna know if my hair is real! Loss after loss I have become void and talking about money only makes annoyed. I am always supposed to have money. Ain’t shit funny bitch! Like they can’t stand me winning. They get repulsed and wanna stop my pulse.