This is a song about "Roast beef"

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Until the end if time

Roast under a sauce of wine.

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

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

They want me locked in boxes like it's pacquiao, got beef?

Hey, you right there

Roast beef medium rare