This is a song about "Corn beef"

Lady at the frank stand will

If you want beef thats musical,

Roast beef medium rare

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

They want me locked in boxes like it's pacquiao, got beef?

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Call me whatever joe

Is it a corn row or a fro

A nigga better think before he starts beef

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties