This is a song about "Roast niggas"

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I hope u consider this rap a roast

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

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

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