This is a song about "Roasting liars"

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Getting tired of compulsive liars

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

When we out of our peaks, you liars deceive, you like then you preach

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

Skirt the edges liars built

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift