This is a song about "Roasting on him"

She hooks up with the guy, chatting with him on facebook,

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Spiting on, don't give him a hand, fuck him he doesn't got what you got

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Knocks on the door, even gives him a few shouts

But from that moment on i became what i promised him,

Everybody finger point in your direction

You sold him out he was most wanted on the cia

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Making a movie, spike work

See him on the ground blood splattered

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Suddenly it's all #bird #'n' stress, #building on him