This is a song about "2 beats"

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

To this beats and these rhymes,

Paper planes, long flights

Looking at me and my dre beats

Malcolm x, by any means

Piece up mind to put it into beats

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Now i'm living out my dreams

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You cant even handle 2 bars

Now ill rip myself on these beats

Get grand slam fans out of they seats