This is a song about "Product of a city"

So eventually, i kept to myself like elsa, while anna sang to, her sister

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I can still remember my vacation to the city of ember

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

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor