This is a song about "The beac"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Thinkin of the the dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

The more battles the better the flows

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

As the king upon the throne

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone