This is a song about "When the beat"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I abraham lincolned the beat

When there's a fork in the road, confidence beat up,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Because we've talked before the beat

African queen got what you need

Just to match the grind with precision

When the beat drops,boom i see you run

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Chilling like some villains when they're feeling the beat knocking

Thinkin im the guy to beat

Now it's time to eat

Commercially murk the beat with courtesy when i show up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I'm man handling the beat