This is a song about "Nick and it s beast"

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

It was the streak vs the beast

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

The anger's getting to me, and it's forming a monstrous beast/

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Im a beast on the mic i be rocking it

And hide like a beast under the wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,