This is a song about "Bred 12s"

And i know - there'll never be peace

Its bred to dismember personalities

Won't run out anytime soon

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

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

My monsters were bred by the reasons

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet