This is a song about "Dead beats"

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Murderin' beats? this mixtape album? i guess it's dead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Dead , shot etc

Now hey little mama

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

As if my lesser heart beats

Little more weed, first class seats

Played our beats on the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I feel good, i look great

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I leave these beats dead on arrival,