This is a song about "Sneeze on beat and beat got"

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Just need a dope beat and bet, scotts nice, we got a cold flow and he got ice,

While on this beat my hearts not missing a beat its cohesive

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

And when you spit on the beat,

Me and my peeps often meet

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

I've never spat on a biggie beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed