This is a song about "Rap good roast"

I hope u consider this rap a roast

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Try to start a rap off without crap about how good you flow.

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Roast under a sauce of wine.

If i had on 'bama line

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places