This is a song about "Beating girls"

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

Not about how i had given tha pussy a beating/

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Your times receding i can already see it starting to stop beating,

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Beating me?? i laugh like hee hee,the only thing your beating is your dick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But got love for them girls

Talking about the god you serve

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

He can take a beating

I was born to do the damn thing