This is a song about "I drop beats"

You never heard of me but for sure i can murder beats/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Till i colapse, i spit rhymes till i drop

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

But it's still cool just to dream man because

I smoke beats my rap is religious

Been running around trying find a job

Ain't going to stop killing till i drop,

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

And she throws up whatever she eats

Now i'm living out my dreams

/ the only thing i murder beats,

I'm why baby mamas leave

I drop philosophies,