This is a song about "Export"

A criminal grind mean hustle

Unlike you, you're a vegetable

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Shows to do, got record to sell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Of how she acts like in public and how she looks like on the outside

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Focus let me show you the light

Outside which you call it a wizards pride

Unqualified, you should stay outside

Killa never let the drama slide