This is a song about "We re your bred at"

I kill your rep, good luck to re build it,

And california on that jerk shit

While re-sealing your stitches

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Its a man's world re-write your lines lickety split

Or never say never though i admit

Bred differently than these maggots/

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

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

Its alright we can sell your corpse at auction and you life will just be forgotten

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young