This is a song about "Beats n rappin"

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

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Little more weed, first class seats

To hear the rebel rappin'

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Now i'm living out my dreams

As if my lesser heart beats

In private, not public in the streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats