This is a song about "Mootman445 roast"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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,

Black woman you cold

And its your body i roast

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,

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

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most

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