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

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

The government, it set it up that way, that mark of the beast,

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I'm a beast, i save my money never spend it

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

A rabid beast who's ravaging the beat and finds it ravishing

Functioning my beast regiment watch out there specialist hope i make it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit