This is a song about "Roast a mexican"

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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.

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

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

I'm mexican rapper

You told me god was the answer

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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