This is a song about "Goya product"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

The damage i'm doing tonight is like the product of all the shit i've sliced

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Or making product move, but then people would prosecute,

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,