This is a song about "Beats"

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Looking at me and my dre beats

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Dont fall asleep on our beats

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Can barely walk the city streets

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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