This is a song about "Beef rapping"

They bringing me fish and chips

Cus beef from a distance

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Don't speak when i'm rapping

What you're lacking is good rapping/

And getting money is the song i sing

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

Five shots she ready to leave

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

L o u d air i breathe

I pop one, you pop one

So flee this beef children,

U say i dont want no beef,

Shit cause i'm an f-ing thief

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef