This is a song about "Producing"

The only time i flirt with her

And you're producing an odor

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Never battled inna while , i focused on producing,

You're very attractive, and notice that

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Producing tracks from the mental till i die