This is a song about "I know you love it when this beat is on"

Such an old song but i love this beat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

I know this trick, i know this treat, she'll lick my slick dick till my dick is slick and beat.

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Like i know you just heard me bust this beat

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

From this ink on the tablet when it leaks, know i'm ill,

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Don't buy into this shit, i know you love ig'nant, but fuck it,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that