This is a song about "Dead beats"

Played our beats on the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats

The world seems strange at times

To this beats and these rhymes,

Trap our young black seeds

With the rhythm and beats

/ the only thing i murder beats,

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Even when my dreams are dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Cause after all the lights and screams

Dont fall asleep on our beats

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats