This is a song about "Want beef"

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

If you believe then you can achieve

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

They want me locked in boxes like it's pacquiao, got beef?

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

So flee this beef children,

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

And then along came the wrong man for her

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

You want some beef nigga? i'll serve it to you raw

Used to call me the african don dada

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Walk on to rappad everyone one want beef and shit

You want this beef? im makin a steak

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed