This is a song about "Beauty and beast"

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Blinded by beauty, films, and thick asses,

And in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

That's lucifer, and he's beast when he's writin' his rhymes,

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

And hide like a beast under the wood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And beckon the beast that dwells and awaits to devour our anger

The beast is unleashed and is yet to be deceased

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field