This is a song about "Diss track roast"

Fucking beasts on every track...

May just gon' bring hobo back

From the womb, my newborn child

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

Please don't get me started or i will surely roast this,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag