This is a song about "Barbecue"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

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

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

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

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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