This is a song about "Barbecue"

Barbecue meals laughing having a blasttill you met a roommate it was our doomsday

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

I love a barbecue with my homies, you trip i'll let it slide,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I take hunan i take sezchuan chefs barbecue it's nothin

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

I'll easily barbecue your reply and kangaroo-kick your confidence,

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits