This is a song about "Cant beat me"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No you cant hide from me

Cant impeach me, you cant breech me,

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Cant see me or my snipers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,

Beat those fags cause we cant stop

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Do you think i'm crazy

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich