This is a song about "Roast a philipino"

So you finally got the nerve

With a ba and a masters

Nas told me life's a bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Redbox flow and i do not date

Take a kitkat take a break,

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

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

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men