This is a song about "Nivea the skin product"

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

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

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Heroine makes ur skin lack the melanin

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

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

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Superman the product

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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