This is a song about "Beats by dr"

Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Oh shit its dr dre mixing fucked up cement,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song

But then the dr. told with confidence what to expect.

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Tryna kill my dreams

While im rapping flows on beats

Trap our young black seeds

With the rhythm and beats

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Can barely walk the city streets