This is a song about "The beat killed"

If he does my soul to keep

Because we've talked before the beat

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Pulls out a knife, and the fucker has her killed

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I'm the meteor that killed the dinosaurs in the time before

Bustin the mic i just killed it tonight

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Since i was killed by the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run