This is a song about "Wanna sort the beef"

Imma show my true worth/ sort out the sour shit and skip to the dessert/

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

That the beef was gonna come back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

We test the game when the motherfuckin’ beef erupts,

If i was id lose beef with the 94 dinosaur

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air