This is a song about "Produce"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I make my own music, i even produce,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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