This is a song about "Beat iy"

Cause they right down the street

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Endless sporadic on the beat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Fuck it i'm done with this beat

From the back seat, back seat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Thinkin im the guy to beat

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Shorty rocking to the beat.

When i spit on the beat,

This is the concrete

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

It looks like the ghetto has us beat