This is a song about "Beat the timer"

Sometimes i think, what i need

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

I keep my money neat

I'm man handling the beat

Yo as i sit listeng to the beat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Because we've talked before the beat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Always wanted to be a big timer

When i spit on the beat,

Me and my peeps often meet

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

And when you spit on the beat,