This is a song about "Producing"

And you're producing an odor

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

I just want somebody i can see

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Never battled inna while , i focused on producing,

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust