This is a song about "Lost the beat"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Endless sporadic on the beat,

While writing this i got lost in the beat

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

All you need is your passport

So say goodbye 'cause the battles lost

So sit down and listen to the beat

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Recovering from the lost pieces

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

What about the lost solution