This is a song about "Listen to the beat of the soul"

And that i spent the night with her

And listen to the class professor/

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Youll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

In the mind of a living soul to separate them as a whole

And listen to the sound of your blood slowly spillin' on the floor,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Cuz i’m sick of the trash people listen to daily.

Girl just listen to the beat and go with the flow

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Translation cause my life is too sweet

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat