This is a song about "Roast beef"

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Been spending most our lives

Cus beef from a distance

So flee this beef children,

Top ranked, number one my son

And its your body i roast

Time to get her bags get ghost

Got tired of running from the police

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

A nigga better think before he starts beef

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys