This is a song about "Wanna sort the beef"

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I love all the beef so please fam i beg you,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Yet the kindest sort of soul- ya i know you

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

Well i'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

She got me caught up in the moment

In this beef you may have got the jump

Stack meat, i'm raw 'cuz when the beef cooks with battle rap,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

But if you want, the beef my nigga

They claim it as their own, africa