This is a song about "Hodgy beats"

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

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

While i'm pillaging villages and listen to beats

Someone's getting their beats slashed

Cause i got the burner in the hand

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Can barely walk the city streets

Malcolm x, by any means

Dont fall asleep on our beats