This is a song about "Get em and roast em"

And its your body i roast

Women front, they get its cold

He got hit up that same night

And who gave em the right?

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

And i said whatever fuck em,

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

That's a girl you should keep, wife em if you like em and fuck em so deep

Killa you already know harlem

Gross and sick is it to see 'em

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

People by pissing 'em off and

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em