This is a song about "Roast somone"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And just in time your head is mine

Roast under a sauce of wine.

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

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

You appear as if you care

Roast beef medium rare

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,