This is a song about "My beat"

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

My rhymes are impossible to beat and are plausible

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

My homie just beat the charge

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

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

When i pull up in that candy range