This is a song about "Finding a beat"

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

I'm why baby mamas leave

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Bitch u cant even keep a beat,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I've never spat on a biggie beat

I'm a carnivore eating meat, moms a herbivore cause she got beat

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep