This is a song about "Fighting the beast"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And hide like a beast under the wood

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

Seas/ i always fought for my dad/ har'ram fighting for the only

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Fighting the temptation to eliminate one of the hostages

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

Don't want to be the king

But im sick of the fighting

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Snow white the beauty, i'm the beast,