This is a song about "Product of a city"

Trying hard to speak and

Superman the product

In this city of angels no one care that he

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Who came from the city of casa grande

The damage i'm doing tonight is like the product of all the shit i've sliced

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind