This is a song about "Bred 12s"

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/

And the v12, that's on various trips

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

We are bred by consumerism

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

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

My monsters were bred by the reasons

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks