This is a song about "Product of society"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

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

Superman the product

And bijies like im out and

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Ity is just a product, profit and motive

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product