This is a song about "Roast"

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Roast under a sauce of wine.

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

I hope u consider this rap a roast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold