This is a song about "Ridding on the beat"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Ima do the world a justice by ridding it of you

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Endless sporadic on the beat,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

The beat floating on top of my mind like a cork on the sea,

Have no souls indeed

78. sick rapper on a beat,