This is a song about "Diss track roast"

Roast beef medium rare

Dont tie your hair

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Roast under a sauce of wine.

But time to get on track

She always comin back

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Don't realize this is a diss

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Like a racer in the track

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Because this record is only to diss

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss