This is a song about "My rap beat"

Gold all in my watch

My homie just beat the charge

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Sometimes i think, what i need

The beat that is at my feet

That beat fire make my brain numb

If a nigga didn't fake like them