This is a song about "The beat killed"

Now move back over here to the right

Bustin the mic i just killed it tonight

She always comin back

That's acid rap, we killed the track

Shorty rocking to the beat.

I don't know defeat

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

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

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

I abraham lincolned the beat

I can always go home and look down my street