This is a song about "Beating slaves"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Perceive the surgical procedure. mechanical beating,

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Beating him over the head with the telephone

I can hear your heart over beating

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

From the back seat, back seat

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir