This is a song about "Product of society"

Not just myself, but most of society

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

It's a battlejust for tha big money

By this devil called society,

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

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Can't win with this distopian society

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Or cause your alone so much without a society of friends

When they showed up at your door at christmas

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