This is a song about "Produce"

For setting up traps

Produce me a couple fans

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I make my own music, i even produce

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free