This is a song about "Beef curtains"

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

L o u d air i breathe

Pause this shit, here i am open the red curtains

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

When it's show time, i'm gonna close the curtains on him

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Its for certain that its curtains

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Either that or wrapped your body up in curtains

So i pulled back the curtains, merked him

Oh, you look like my next victim

Cause there'll never be peace

U say i dont want no beef,

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave