This is a song about "Career mode"

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Emcees can just be deceased and leave it in peace, beast mode,

And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Call me a monster wait until i go beast mode

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Plus i feel like i'm on stuck in this battlin mode

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

Beast mode is chained in my brain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Im just waitin to explode and move to the next mode

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke