This is a song about "I m up this beat"

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Tearing this beat up, tough tough,

And panned out, i'm all in love

I"m the designated driver

Run for cover and return fire

Such an old song but i love this beat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Before they split up, i made one more beat

Indubitably i'm too street

Bitch, i sit on this beat with swagger

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her