This is a song about "Wanna sort the beef"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

Watching for the cops that's moving through

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

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Yeah, it's all natural baby

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

I got ways to sort beef like shattering jaws on concrete,

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep