This is a song about "You want beef"

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

You will get all the votes probably but know i killed you,my skills fueled on beef

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Beef with me you best believe you won't be breathin at all

Let em marinate, you forever late

You want this beef? im makin a steak

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Last time you had beef was when you went to burger kings

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef