This is a song about "Roast people"

And everything is purple

Theres 7 billion people,

People critically commenting,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Inhale my color purple

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

I hope u consider this rap a roast

And my regime includes east coast

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

You make a nigga's night turn day

People stared everyday

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

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her