This is a song about "Bib"

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

I gave a shit, a gamble that lassoed me into being played a bit

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Use your mom's underwear as a bib at red lobster

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Took your rattle, bib, book and paddle so you have to improvise

You'll need a bib for this, my kills are messy

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see