This is a song about "Stuntin hard on the beat"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Manny pacquiao on the beat

More money that mean less sleep

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

#stuntin on christ, scream satan while jumpin over the steeple

When i spit on the beat,

Have no souls indeed

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat