This is a song about "Beat"

Because we've talked before the beat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

The only rapper you motherfucker can't beat

78. sick rapper on a beat,

Now it's time to eat

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Sometimes i think, what i need

Im doing this on a beat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

From the back seat, back seat

But, honestly i feel your beat