This is a song about "Product design"

Was mine and my design,

Baby you so fine

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

And im too fucking pussy its another flaw in my design

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Design an album that isn't about girls from maxim

The sanded product is much greater

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Ity is just a product, profit and motive