This is a song about "Nivea the skin product"

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

Huh, got to get better with time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

The pale skin and scrapped knees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Feeling the warmth. and hearing the beat of your heart. feeling your skin.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through