This is a song about "Hairline roast"

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

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 its your body i roast

And my regime includes east coast

That this ain't over cause i'll scold you then i'll roast you again

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

I hope u consider this rap a roast

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english