This is a song about "Produce"

I make my own music, i even produce,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

The flame's i produce, are burning up opposites in the game/

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

How to produce, with the right things in the right key

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Know it good when she go no hands

Produce me a couple fans

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

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

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen