This is a song about "Diss track roast"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Cause you are on the diss,

Cause bitch, i'm big business

And maybe cupid won't miss

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

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

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

Like a racer in the track

Ha my mojo back

When i was starving now it's payback

And listen to this sick track

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches