This is a song about "Let me roast ya"

And its your body i roast

Is a space that now you hold

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

In a garbage can, that'll cheer you up and let ya heal

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Roll up on ya bredda’s an let a couple techs loose,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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

Go! you free to go about your business

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Let my temper get me

Fuck fame, fuck money