This is a song about "My beat"

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

My heartbeat, skips beat. my aorta lies in your hands.

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

My lyrics on this beat, overflowing casserole

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Completely smashed my xbox, didn't beat the next stage.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

The beat that is at my feet

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer