This is a song about "Feeling the beat"

Chilling like some villains when they're feeling the beat knocking

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

(let the beat ride) yo let the beat ride as recline inside

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

The ceiling you see i can't feel what i'm feeling

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Thinkin im the guy to beat

Stab a bitch between her legs, just for the feeling

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Questioning the whole meaning

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Endless sporadic on the beat,

Shorty rocking to the beat.

Have no souls indeed