This is a song about "My rap beat"

My family is my heart, with them i beat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

My lyrics on this beat, overflowing casserole

The beat that is at my feet

I pray the lord my guns to keep