This is a song about "Roast about a retarded kid called mehmet"

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Immature kid, worry about his own shit

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

A name with a vision boy called aspect,

Go and lick a dick, you're a big retarded ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

Where they find me, 16 on death row

God better forbid that i have a kid,

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

But i was a stupid little kid

With only two songs, look at what i did