This is a song about "Beating twats"

Car with no limit what

Listen to my heart beating up

Im beating rappers daily

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

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

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Is the one where i'm beating you

Swear i'm trying to get through

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

Beating them is like opening a new chapter

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Beating him over the head with the telephone