This is a song about "Busting beats with my niggas"

With the rhythm and beats

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

You know i’m better off without you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun