This is a song about "Get some beet"

Why is it so hard to get some recognition?

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

But some people don't so let's get back

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Then get some back to mommy

I stay lonely and cocky

Make it home round some like 6, to eat well and get fat on some pun-type shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Start working and get some more flour

Good love then i can do that for her

I'm a new soul, i came to this strange world

Some concerned that they'll get bunsen burned.

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle