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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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