Production Mafia Boss

7 AM, he's on the floor. 3 PM, he's still there,

maybe more. Built like iron, calm as frost. They call him Dan,

the production boss. Black cat sky pulls in before dawn. Same old road,

same grind he's on. Deals with chaos, keeps his cool. Production floor,

that's his rule. Flush bottom flows, gold inside. McIntyre hums through the night.

Brick build frame, 200 press. Lopez runs it, nothing less. Every batch,

every pour. He gives a little bit more. Through the noise and the loss,

he stands tall, production boss. Raise the weight, feel that drive. Lopez keeps the