This is a song about "Beat got sicker"

Just need a dope beat and bet, scotts nice, we got a cold flow and he got ice,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Like i care who's sicker and got views bigger

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Sicker than a tick pest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

I go by arry, got the sick beat bumping

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

I got no chance to spit, mc's got to kick the beat,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat