This is a song about "I ll roast you"

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

You ll still be a prize winner

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Mean facts that ll make you scream fast ease back

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

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

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love