This is a song about "All of you cant beat me"

So give it baby

You just cannot beat me,

Im not competitive but all these rappers beat me like im meat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Can you beat me or not

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Other rappers cant stand the likes of me

You couldn't easily beat me

I reel them in, goadomes on see