This is a song about "I like roasting"

And while i’m in your mother

I make rhymes like no other

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

I spit raps like tobacco

I like to use the word like magic.

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Cause you didn’t play the game right

But i cant help but like...

The day before is better than the present

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Like eminem i feel like a rap god