This is a song about "Got the beat"

Like i already got the beat, all i need is the words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Indubitably i'm too street

So sit down and listen to the beat

This is the concrete

Shorty rocking to the beat.

Because we've talked before the beat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep