This is a song about "Kill the beat maste"

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

(let the beat ride) yo let the beat ride as recline inside

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Call this shit the meal kill

For real, a nigga ill

It's surreal how many bitches kill before the beat would seal.

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

When i spit on the beat,

But don't fall asleep

I abraham lincolned the beat

More money that mean less sleep

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

I pearl harbored the beat