This is a song about "Sick beats"

As if my lesser heart beats

Little more weed, first class seats

Someone's getting their beats slashed

With such an ugly picture in it and

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Piece up mind to put it into beats

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

While i'm pillaging villages and listen to beats

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Trap our young black seeds

Played our beats on the streets

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Can barely walk the city streets