This is a song about "Beef iron"

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

The pavement tastes like iron and there's stains on my knees

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

If you want beef thats musical,

Lady at the frank stand will

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

And all my childhood memories

Is it necessary to spark beef?

How they got beef with keef

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

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold