This is a song about "95 bpm"

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

Sleep on me like these kidnaps

They just wanna dance

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

I was vicious the minute

Demons torture me in my sleep

I keep my money neat

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Applying pressure when i put together letters

Outta i am legend i feel the pressure

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

Can i get real for a split minute

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit