This is a song about "Born and bred"

We are bred by consumerism

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I never fit in with them light skins

My monsters were bred by the reasons

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I hate to say,i'm born and raised in kuwait

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Its bred to dismember personalities

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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