This is a song about "Product of a city"

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Let me rideuntil i get free

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

In the city of angels no one is safe

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

If its a different state or different city?

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

Mainstream rappers have no shame when they rap in vain about the power that they claim

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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product