This is a song about "Mootman445 roast"

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

That this ain't over cause i'll scold you then i'll roast you again

And its your body i roast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Sit down, imma roast ya, free of charge, no cater

I got something you've been waiting for

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Hey, you right there

Roast beef medium rare

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit