This is a song about "When the beat"

Can't beat the beat generation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

//start rapping when the beat drops.

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

But when i hear the beat i'm tempted to make another attempt at it...

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Shorty rocking to the beat.

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup