This is a song about "Design products"

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Mama made her pretty

By products poisoning me

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

It’s about time i got mine, because the lines i comprise and design/

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

As i design intricate rhymes that pause time,

I hate my design but roll with the love

And now it's clear as this promise

If you got design skills at all, homie holler

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for