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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Sometimes a beef erupts like big and pac shakur,

Turned my world in to a play ground

They can’t even come around

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Y'all pushed me to the ground and kicked me, i took a hit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

And in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load