This is a song about "You don t want no beef"

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

You're uncool like my mother kin

Got no stendos if you want attention

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

If you want the beef i'll pull the chopper and i'm stuntin mane

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker