This is a song about "Producing"

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

And you're producing an odor

Good love then i can do that for her

Never battled inna while , i focused on producing,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing