This is a song about "The brittish beast"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

The government, it set it up that way, that mark of the beast,

- the mountains fell as seas were ragin when the beast awakened

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Patroling for the beast

Womanizing to say the least

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And hide like a beast under the wood

Once the message released

Watch out stay clear here comes the beast

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Beast with flow just for show i compete with the weak

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

To chain the internal beast inside me

Chillin' with homies and family