This is a song about "Beating dave in rapping"

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

But he don't rule a thing

He can take a beating

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Only if i'm rapping, my vision in the booth

Rapping is a career which i wanna get in

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Secret society all we ask is trust

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Making a movie, spike work

Rapping and talking the same, rapping's in my genetics

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids