This is a song about "Roast you"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

You think i'm lying to you

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

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

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

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Straight bad bitches i run, through

You expect me to respect you?

What preceded was the clue

You got your crew behind you