This is a song about "My beats rock"

I know it'll haunt me soon, but right now i'm stepping to my own tune. beats

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

More money that mean less sleep

Yeah i'll show them the reason that my heart beats

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Looking at me and my dre beats

Can barely walk the city streets

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Almost cried right on the spot

Cause baby you're my rock