This is a song about "The beat killed"

Thinkin im the guy to beat

I keep my money neat

I abraham lincolned the beat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed

Now it's time to eat

When i spit on the beat,

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Endless sporadic on the beat,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms