This is a song about "Roast somone"

And its your body i roast

Hand to hand in the cold

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

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

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

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

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

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her