This is a song about "My beat"

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

My weeds first in possession, and ima rip a beat like excision,

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

My homie just beat the charge

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

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

No beat, but i get my rhyme on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb