This is a song about "Beat shan"

Last of a dying breed

Thinkin im the guy to beat

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Shorty rocking to the beat.

I keep my money neat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Nightmare on any street

To beat or not to beat/

But, honestly i feel your beat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'm man handling the beat

Cause talk is cheap

Bitch i'm all you need

When i spit on the beat,