This is a song about "All organic produce"

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Guess that wasn't feasible

All hopes unreachable

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

Just as you rose you will fall

When its all said and done, after all

I make my own music, i even produce,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

How to produce, with the right things in the right key

By the phone, no call

To love me at all at all

Is this man alright at all?

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball