This is a song about "Producing"

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And you're producing an odor

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

Can barely walk the city streets

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

Never battled inna while , i focused on producing,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?