This is a song about "Beat"

Im doing this on a beat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

When i spit on the beat,

Have no souls indeed

Because we've talked before the beat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Thinkin im the guy to beat

From the back seat, back seat

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Killing like every single beat,

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

But hey yo look, money from across the street