This is a song about "Beat"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

When i spit on the beat,

Cause talk is cheap

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

So sit down and listen to the beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I abraham lincolned the beat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

But, honestly i feel your beat

From the back seat, back seat

I'm man handling the beat

For the low that nine cheap

Yeah i'm killin this beat

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Yeah i know we never got to meet