This is a song about "Lost the beat"

Indubitably i'm too street

Because we've talked before the beat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Since the beat has dropped i've lost it, spit insanely with this raw shit

Me and my peeps often meet

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

So sit down and listen to the beat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I pearl harbored the beat

From the back seat, back seat

The drug that they brain need

When i spit on the beat,

Explains the lives of six lost

And inside they think rap's soft