This is a song about "Hodgy beats"

And all the shit you went through

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

While i'm pillaging villages and listen to beats

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

You ain't never seen

Now ill rip myself on these beats

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Played our beats on the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats