This is a song about "Beef rapping"

U say i dont want no beef,

I'm why baby mommas leave

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And my deliverance is carnivorous, yeah im eating beef

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

And getting money is the song i sing

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

When you spill out hits

Cus beef from a distance

Money ain't a thing

Just got to keep rapping