This is a song about "Bears beating the rams in lacrosse"

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Undetectable pounding of our hearts beating as one to the core

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door