This is a song about "Produce"

Produce me a couple fans

For setting up traps

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came