This is a song about "Ridding on the beat"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I made the beat then murdered it that's why i'm on trial,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

I'm burnin up on the beat while y'all niggas crackle and sizzle

When you spitting on the beat imagine your #writing a #speech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Sometimes i think, what i need

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat