This is a song about "Roast fake youtubers 2"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

J. cole runnin' late

I don't believe in bein fake

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

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

New york, va, dc, get paid

All you niggas dead , dead fake

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

If you disagree, boy , imma act like muhfuckin toaster and roast ya

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Sit down, imma roast ya, free of charge, no cater