This is a song about "Beagle playing frisbee"

You haters put up your guards

Four more tarts playing harps

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Finish line with the tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Even had me losing sleep, nah i'm merely playing

Laying it down playing ma sound

Then get out your seat and jump around

And i'm not playing around

Baby heading down a cloud