This is a song about "Its aka rocking the beat"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The beat drop and its so crazy

If he does my soul to keep

When i spit on the beat,

Im hot the only time that i flop is when im rocking

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

When they hear me rocking the groove

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me

Thinkin im the guy to beat

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Rocking shit off its hinges

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth