This is a song about "Roast"

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

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

And its your body i roast

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Cause, i need that one good time

Roast under a sauce of wine.

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

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her