This is a song about "Beats and the drugs"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

They say we living in troubled times

To this beats and these rhymes,

Guess i'll slip under the covers and take the beats to self smother/

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Rappin tappin on the left button clickin n clickin on instrumentals and beats,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

/ the only thing i murder beats,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Call me the joker cause my beats and lyrics go insane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame