This is a song about "Beef between two rappers"

Just curl up between your sheets

Little more weed, first class seats

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

A nigga better think before he starts beef

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Between man and morality this insanity

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I'm between streets like city blocks-

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two