This is a song about "Beef rapping"

And all my childhood memories

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

Shit cause i'm an f-ing thief

How they got beef with keef

Hate it when i leave

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Roast beef medium rare

Ever since i started rapping,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

This beat that he's rapping

I am capable of rapping,

But he don't rule a thing