This is a song about "Beats and the drugs"

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

To this beats and these rhymes,

Call me the joker cause my beats and lyrics go insane

I turned into something they never became

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I explained all the abuse and drugs they did

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Now all he does these days is sell beats and drink the whole bottle

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

I wish it was still back then and the drugs never happened

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Looking at me and my dre beats