This is a song about "Product of society"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Ity is just a product, profit and motive

I'm a product of hannibal lecter mixed with heath ledger

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Believe in a christian society,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

By this devil called society,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

The sanded product is much greater