This is a song about "My new beats"

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

This is my new album

Vijay singh and all of them

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Through rhymes and beats i let my spirit be

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

My momma needed a new crib

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

And get to work on a new beats page

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats