This is a song about "Roast god"

We don't understand god

I fucking hate this job

You're fucking with me, nigga

God bless america

Adam eve, devil god

You chris, i rock

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

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

And its your body i roast

And then we'll be ghost

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot