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

So pretentious with no potential

We bustin' at your spot marshall/

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Bred differently than these maggots/

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,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

While re-sealing your stitches

Before we see it's hard to live

My monsters were bred by the reasons

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns