This is a song about "Beat the timer"

Can't beat the beat generation

What up girl, tell me how you been

Me and my peeps often meet

Yo as i sit listeng to the beat

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

I can always go home and look down my street

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Shorty rocking to the beat.

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat