This is a song about "Bred 11s"

Something wicked this way come

We are bred by consumerism

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

My monsters were bred by the reasons