This is a song about "I roast your ass"

And laugh as i unleash it on your ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

But,i shot your ass down like i didn't even battle you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

When i get done i have your tired ass drinking gatorade

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Before i kick your ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Before i knock your ass right out boy

So chase the air hide your stash

I splash your dirty ass,