All these beats Ima take a sheet on them Put them to rest while I complete the solemn problem Let me express what's on my chest as I suggest that we should get to it, and proceed to solve them The problem is all these songs sound the same, they're synonymous The problem is, not enough feel ashamed to learn that all of this Is a ball of shit An audience that doesn't mind being a toilet, for all of this This baller shit unsubstantiated, and that created music that sounds the same about having all this fame, and that's paired with riches. How many niggas were slain and crammed in ditches With this metronome flow, I know you got bitches, but no good shit No hood in them lyrics, you're bullshit So what I'm gon' do is some new shit That I honestly feel like will probably prove that I can honorably use beats to make moves on psychologies, dude That's how I'll use it When I make my music