This is a song about "Bred 12s"

Bred differently than these maggots/

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Its bred to dismember personalities

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

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

And her smile lit up the room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

We are bred by consumerism