This is a song about "Beat and beet"

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

And takin' control and murderin' every beat,

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

And you know you wanna bounce to this beat

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

Me and my peeps often meet

And when you spit on the beat,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

The beat drop and its so crazy