This is a song about "Sick beats"

And she throws up whatever she eats

As if my lesser heart beats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Dont fall asleep on our beats

While im rapping flows on beats

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

For thinking you clean

Piece up mind to put it into beats

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Malcolm x, by any means

With the rhythm and beats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

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