This is a song about "Cornish beef"

Let me cash you out , here hold this

When theres beef, who knows when it'll finish,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

More beef than a cattle ranch

These bitch ass niggas dont wanna start the beef

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Hate it when i leave

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave