This is a song about "Roast that hoe"

Doctor said i was fine

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Now this is to the hoe…

Look how the buzz will grow

I'll say bitch please you just another itch in my nose that makes me sneeze achoo hoe,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

And its your body i roast

And my regime includes east coast

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

I hit the studio

I not chasing no hoe

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/