This is a song about "All organic produce"

All hopes unreachable

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

The all loving immaculate master of all,

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Because before i rapped, all i did was stick out, and produce moans/

But i can't take it all

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick