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

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

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

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

It´s the battle of life

I just shake dice

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

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

Im a beast on the mic i be rocking it

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

We don't believe you, you need more people