Beef

Beef, is when you want everyone to know.
That when it's you ice cold,
Rhymes drop like flakes of snow.
Crums dropped from cookies, honestly though.
With your game on lock,
You bring it to the show.
Your style is so hot,
With your new Polo.
But, they always come back for mo.
And every time you pound them to the flo.
You make it far.
Buying tons of new clothes.
You've got it all.
To share it with your multiple ho's.
But, that beef will find you.
Rolling in your great stack of dough.
And leave you ass with your knees on the flo.
So unless you want to be broke,
And be miserably po.
Leave the beef in the kitchen.
Don't mess with it, just don't.

Karma's a Bitch!