This is a song about "Dead beats"

Raised by a momma who, who

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

Hop in and let me test drive

To this beats and these rhymes,

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Dead , shot etc

You're fucking with me, nigga

Looking at me and my dre beats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

/ the only thing i murder beats,

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Now ill rip myself on these beats