This is a song about "Beef with everone"

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Test and beef with me you best believe i'll get the grudge settled

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

You're in debt with beef your mc career, shelved

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

So beef with him is something you don't wanna see

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,