This is a song about "Natalie roast"

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

And its your body i roast

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

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

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

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

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

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line