This is a song about "Kenneth trying to roast me"

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

No! you can't see me now, trying to bring me down.

Trying to find god but he always seems to hide from me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Motherfuckers, will be trying to apologize to me.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Listen to me, i'm trying. don't judge me for who i am.

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Trying to get the attention off me,

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

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

Every day was a saturday, shit