This is a song about "Product of war with myself"

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

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

All my niggas get together to gather loot

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

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

Wage war with me you will face defeat

I can always go home and look down my street

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product