This is a song about "Roast god"

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

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Declared myself a god

Living if she is or not

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

It's better if you know god.

Ever since then i had no job

She can only take so much more than her heart got

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top