This is a song about "Back up on the beat"

I beat the pussy up like im rocky

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

My four-four's givin payback

Went back on the way back back

He rose high up in the sky, i gave the advise to hold back on the rhymes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Beat up from the feet up and it won't sound that precocious.

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet