This is a song about "Produce"

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

You can produce those masterpieces,im smashing masters and visa's while you acting diva

Produce me a couple fans

For setting up traps

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

I produce heat, it's hard from you to meet my peek,