This is a song about "Roast beef"

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Please don't get me started or i will surely roast this,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Cus beef from a distance

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Sit down, imma roast ya, free of charge, no cater

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

People want yas to beef/

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

I'm why baby mommas leave

These bitch ass niggas dont wanna start the beef

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave