This is a song about "Stir"

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

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

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together