This is a song about "Bib"

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

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

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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