This is a song about "Bib"

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

This was a funny skit, shit was all over the place like a bumpy trip

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

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

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

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