This is a song about "Product hunt"

So me and my friend, we decided to hunt

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

They say i was designed to be a product of environment/

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

Superman the product

Money i make em buck

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Shots, they back and forth

Im in the hunt for whores

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

A product of this static nation, satanic faces