This is a song about "Pig roast"

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Ima a pig your a plant the words you say i've herbivore

Put me in a headlock, then i thought of my guinea pig

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Roast beef medium rare

They're tryin to say that i don't care

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing