This is a song about "Sick beats"

Fo' twenty get ya head outta them young money beats,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I wish i could have 25 wives

To this beats and these rhymes,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

Can barely walk the city streets

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Cause after all the lights and screams

With the rhythm and beats

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

And word i blew off herb i grew