This is a song about "Beats by"

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Played our beats on the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

Fo' twenty get ya head outta them young money beats,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

I said mom it aint just a phase im into the beats

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Looking at me and my dre beats

Malcolm x, by any means

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

I’d rather murder whack emcees, getting good, stacking beats,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets