This is a song about "Moots roast"

Women front, they get its cold

And its your body i roast

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Huh, got to get better with time

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

If you disagree, boy , imma act like muhfuckin toaster and roast ya