This is a song about "Spitting out them sick beats"

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Yeah i'll show them the reason that my heart beats

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

Yet i take out on rap and abuse beats

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

Good people search them out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit