The Product

Grey days, the Hard Rock

I'm spinning bottles like Beyblades, the hard tops

I telegraph what may be a hard stop

Could never be, like Jay Z, the hard knocks

It's just another taste, the product

Daisy on the way with more shit, do a dollop

Couple that I knew pushed her down and it's not a

Seven-day-cycle that could bypass

This net feel like Charlotte's, the pigs gone last

In this dirty ass world that we live in

If I ruled it all, then I know that it was written

Nostalgic lines, that's my baby powder