This is a song about "Hard beats"

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Can barely walk the city streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

As: i know just what you mean

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Now ill rip myself on these beats

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

This cruelty induced from me is proof i'll be abusin beats

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

I said mom it aint just a phase im into the beats

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Fo' twenty get ya head outta them young money beats,