This is a song about "Producing"

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Never battled inna while , i focused on producing,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

And you're producing an odor

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her