This is a song about "Ju ju on dat beat"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

In fact, they stink like the stuff dat oozes on a girl pad.

And when you spit on the beat,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Do it like tony

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

To me your unemployed on this beat

Translation cause my life is too sweet

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I've never spat on a biggie beat

No beat, but i get my rhyme on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb