This is a song about "My beats rock"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Through rhymes and beats i let my spirit be

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

But the clock slows tick tocks to stop for me while i rock to beats

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

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

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Only real niggas stay on top

Cause baby you're my rock

Cause i can rock my flag, in any type of situation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet