This is a song about "Bricks on da beat"

Sometimes i think, what i need

I've never spat on a biggie beat

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

You know i want a piece of that pie

To raw i make da beat die

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I bled on the bed and then on da table

I'm the man 4 da game cuz i bring on da game

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I live on the beach and these kids outside and they playin n da heat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

To me your unemployed on this beat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I live on the beach yea its sunny outside kids playin in da heat