This is a song about "Confronting the beast"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

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

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

Once the message released

Patroling for the beast

And hide like a beast under the wood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I'm tamin the beast that you call a flow

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,