This is a song about "I wana beat u"

I aint going hard on u....

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

When i see u ma hart go bom bom like a beat

One two three everybody wana be

Fuck that now trying get the money

When i spit on the beat,

Last of a dying breed

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

These are questions i wana ask when your listening

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Yo as i sit listeng to the beat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep