This is a song about "Want this"

You want this beef? im makin a steak

Let em marinate, you forever late

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

They all want a piece of me, but this is

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

Cause there'll never be peace

Don't talk through this rap, i want peaceful silence

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

This place makes me want to put a razor to my skin,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

Unless you want me to take this bar to your face?

They say that i never cease to amaze