This is a song about "Produce"

Produce me a couple fans

Girl, you got me in a trance

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I make my own music, i even produce,

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep