This is a song about "Nivea the skin product"

I'm somethin like the light-skin version

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I'm the parasitic evil gettin' under your skin

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

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

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush