This is a song about "All organic produce"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Aint no surgery here girl all of this is organic, dont panic

Its all political this vote between us all

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

The all loving immaculate master of all,

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Baby, let me give you a call

To love me at all at all

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis