This is a song about "Bred 11 lows"

And her smile lit up the room

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

There'll be highs and there'll be lows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Family all around, all highs no lows

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Its bred to dismember personalities

On trial for possession of some chronic

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

High: that's why they call us planes

Won't run out anytime soon

I was bred to get it in...your poon