This is a song about "Producing"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Never battled inna while , i focused on producing,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

If you believe then you can achieve

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Just lay your head on my shoulder

And you're producing an odor

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Live off my lie and my lullaby