This is a song about "No beef"

Like being garbage some type of disease

U say i dont want no beef,

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

Tina perm your fucking weave

Is it necessary to spark beef?

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

My team getting digits

Cus beef from a distance

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

So flee this beef children,

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

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