This is a song about "Stir"

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

To stir it up like a spoon in a cauldron of shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Fighting like some kinda u.f.o sighting...stir up the

Stir up coke rock like a robot and it's hot, you ain't even know it,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I was raised to cuss,stir up shit,want to be the best southern pride beats in the chest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed