This is a song about "Roast a friend"

Black woman you cold

And its your body i roast

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

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

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

Hold my tears i tried my best

I got a friend named chris rent

That happen to act like a black president

I think it was a story about my best friend