This is a song about "To a rap beat"

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

To beat or not to beat/

Last of a dying breed

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

I beat rap, they screaming shit rihanna its a trap.

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

You trying to beat me in a battle,

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

You keep playing, you will look like a gyro