This is a song about "Making beats and selling drugs"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we kings and queens

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Except for selling tree but between you and me

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

It's roc nation, this my team

With the rhythm and beats

I said believe in your dreams

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

Motivated just from being broke