This is a song about "Products"

Now i can draw your face up pretty

By products poisoning me

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones