This is a song about "Dead beats"

Piece up mind to put it into beats

In private, not public in the streets

Now ill rip myself on these beats

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Cause after all the lights and screams

Looking at me and my dre beats

Now a nigga got baking to bake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Fighting with my weak hand

Someone's getting their beats slashed

If your man want to bet

Even when my dreams are dead

Wale they call me tiger stripes

To this beats and these rhymes,

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams