This is a song about "Boys on the beat"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

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

From the back seat, back seat

And when you spit on the beat,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

When you spitting on the beat imagine your #writing a #speech

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,