This is a song about "I have to roast you"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

You ask yourself "do i have the bars to fight this?"

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

"sorry bitch, i have to leave you", "please don't daddy",

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son