This is a song about "Cornish beef"

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

Got tired of running from the police

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Lucifer, our beef is over but not forgotten

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

More beef than a cattle ranch

Five shots she ready to leave

People want yas to beef/

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef

So flee this beef children,

Think fast, fast women