This is a song about "Having beef"

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Im jus sitting and having a perk

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

More beef than a cattle ranch

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

U got all them drums in there

Roast beef medium rare

Tina perm your fucking weave

U say i dont want no beef,

Niggas who ain't seen beef

How they got beef with keef

So flee this beef children,

So the ones eye has freak don't run