This is a song about "Brady cohen roast"

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Hand to hand in the cold

And its your body i roast

Like a wayne brady poster

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Beef: i hammer mine

I hope u consider this rap a roast

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

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