This is a song about "Bred 12s"

The jiggas and the tips

Bred differently than these maggots/

Indubitably i'm too street

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

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

And her smile lit up the room

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

My monsters were bred by the reasons

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Riding around with ms. reece and them

We are bred by consumerism