This is a song about "Making beats"

And she throws up whatever she eats

Piece up mind to put it into beats

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Someone's getting their beats slashed

Two white cups and i got that drank

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

Looking at me and my dre beats

Can barely walk the city streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

With the rhythm and beats

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Get grand slam fans out of they seats