This is a song about "Roast u nigga"

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Woah there, woah there

Roast beef medium rare

You should be practicin' more, writtin' more.. nigga im just a normal boy like u

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Im white but id call u a nigga and love it/

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Roast under a sauce of wine.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

And its your body i roast

The truth shall be told