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Sleepy awakes from his weed nap and is thirsting for some snacks. Bread, cheese, and dough are on his mind, and he’s letting his clients know up front that his services don’t come cheap. It’s a reasserting of values and a sign that he’s ready to drop a verse when called upon. The simple beat is an easy assist as he doesn’t have to overexert himself on what is by and large a rudimentary hook. There’s hype in their, but it’s buried deep and hidden in a cloud of smoke. Not exactly a summer jam, but a Wiz Khalifa standard that shows that the wily veteran is open to shake and bake at a moment’s notice.