This is a song about "Roasting killing you"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Specifically anyone you think is iller 'n' killing me

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Niggas that guided me through

Starts with the killing of you

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you