This is a song about "Yeah we tryna make beef"

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Yeah we rhymin' tight, nigga we alright,

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I’m tryna make a difference with the sickest of flows,

Just tryna make my voice heard

Too focused, one word

And my deliverance is carnivorous, yeah im eating beef

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories