This is a song about "Born and bred"

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

And you drive off and loose control and wish you were never born

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And the message of this letter was born

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

High off life? my nigga not even

Young gifted and black born to win

A new day is a born, and another story told,

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

We are bred by consumerism

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Just intentions to impress you, if capable