This is a song about "Stop the roast"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I'ma stop as the chorus repeats

So heavy on blast,event the world cant stop

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

They slowly showin they colors

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And its your body i roast

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

They keep stealin', they can't stop the burglary

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.