This is a song about "Hairline roast"

Right, now you say you don't care

Roast beef medium rare

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

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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