This is a song about "Production kid"

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Resin sharing with a dick kid

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

After party crib full of broads all naked

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

Quick turning into that cocky kid

Had to turn around and say i'm already ill kid, -yeah kid-

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

But i was a stupid little kid

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

To mcs that don't rhyme good

It sucked for this coward kid