This is a song about "Sick beats"

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

I said mom it aint just a phase im into the beats

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Played our beats on the streets

Wale they call me tiger stripes

To this beats and these rhymes,

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

You never heard of me but for sure i can murder beats/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Looking at me and my dre beats

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

/ the only thing i murder beats,