This is a song about "A burrito with ground beef and guacamole"

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

Tina perm your fucking weave

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

As he bleeds he sees a gun on the ground jumped and grabbed it

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I'll pistol whip you with my lyrics and beat you to the ground.

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Got beef with dsl feelin' relatively slow