This is a song about "Bred 11s"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

And her smile lit up the room

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Its bred to dismember personalities

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

We are bred by consumerism

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

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Bred differently than these maggots/

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids