This is a song about "Asian roast"

Her eyes stay low call her asian

So now she picks up the gun

It’s something that’s in your veins

A skinny asian who wears chains

And its your body i roast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

If you disagree, boy , imma act like muhfuckin toaster and roast ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Sit down, imma roast ya, free of charge, no cater

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Asian but i never passed arithmetic