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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And hide like a beast under the wood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

Im a beast on the mic i be rocking it

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill