This is a song about "Killed the beat"

Shorty rocking to the beat.

I’m way harder than the concrete

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Can't beat the beat generation

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

More money that mean less sleep

I'm man handling the beat

Buried and killed by the worlds eighth wonder

And let them lames get your old number

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned

Yeah, the sex in the sack

That's acid rap, we killed the track