This is a song about "You cant beat"

And i got mad love to give

You cant see me bitches,

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I live my life in tha fast lane

And you cant handle our fame,

Nothing can be cant you see

Summertime in the city

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

My haters cant even keep a fucking beat tho

Adabo to my haters

You cant deliver one verse,

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

You cant stop it,you cant withstand the damage

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep