This is a song about "Hairline roast"

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

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

And i drop top off in a hot cold

And its your body i roast

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.

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

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/