This is a song about "The beat got"

I abraham lincolned the beat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Cause talk is cheap

When i spit on the beat,

I'm man handling the beat

The drug that they brain need

I go by arry, got the sick beat bumping

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Like i already got the beat, all i need is the words

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I got no chance to spit, mc's got to kick the beat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Shorty rocking to the beat.