This is a song about "Roast u nigga"

And if u think im lying then nigga please just try me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

U know i prolly marked a nigga up like bruise while u all relaxed chilling

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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

You thought u was a borough nigga so step down before i pull the trigger

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same