This is a song about "Bred 12s"

We are bred by consumerism

Magic city tipping them

Bred differently than these maggots/

She likes the way it hits her lips

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

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

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

My monsters were bred by the reasons

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Its bred to dismember personalities

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

Won't run out anytime soon

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner