This is a song about "Bred 11s"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

My monsters were bred by the reasons

Blew money like six crips

Bred differently than these maggots/

When they here today what you say to them

We are bred by consumerism

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Its bred to dismember personalities

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

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed