This is a song about "Beat bopping"

What do i really need

Without a single beat

But i'm not worried

Yeah i'm killin this beat

Endless sporadic on the beat,

More money that mean less sleep

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

And when you spit on the beat,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I'm man handling the beat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete