This is a song about "Stop the roast"

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Stop the racism, stop the violence, stop the hate,

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

So heavy on blast,event the world cant stop

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.

Now i'm living out my dreams

I'ma stop as the chorus repeats

To help stop the flooding

Let my angel sing