This is a song about "Produce"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

I make my own music, i even produce,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis

But i’m praying in advance

Produce me a couple fans

I make my own music, i even produce

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth