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

Matter a fact i might take your head off ebay and keep it to re-enact

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

My monsters were bred by the reasons

And the v12, that's on various trips

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

She grabs the yellow bottle

We bustin' at your spot marshall/

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

We all know 12 is where its at

Snapple fact: you rather wack