This is a song about "All organic produce"

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

The revolution will proceed

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Its all political this vote between us all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

To love me at all at all

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

When its all said and done, after all

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I produce heat, it's hard from you to meet my peek,

Produce me a couple fans

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

But i can't take it all

Bitch, i was born to ball