This is a song about "Beat"

Yeah i'm killin this beat

Me and my peeps often meet

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Fuck it i'm done with this beat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Because we've talked before the beat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Endless sporadic on the beat,

The drug that they brain need

Have no souls indeed

Shorty rocking to the beat.

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

Indubitably i'm too street

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet