This is a song about "Products"

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

You products of burst rubbers, mothers ain't around to feed you

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

By products poisoning me