This is a song about "My rap beat"

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

My city's culture to the game now in existence

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

No beat, but i get my rhyme on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

I said i got my ass beat

The beat that is at my feet

I can't rap to this beat anymore, it's getting me to gag bad,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back