This is a song about "I got dem beats on lock"

I got bars for days, enough to lock up every wanted man across the state

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I leave these beats dead on arrival,

And don't you bring your camera phone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Yea i got this on lock this genius brilliance written in the rhymes

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Yet i take out on rap and abuse beats

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans