This is a song about "Beats by"

While im rapping flows on beats

No time to plot retreats

Piece up mind to put it into beats

In private, not public in the streets

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

And she throws up whatever she eats

While i'm pillaging villages and listen to beats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Played our beats on the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Looking at me and my dre beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

As if my lesser heart beats

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

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