This is a song about "A skin product"

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

They just don't give a fuck

Superman the product

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product