This is a song about "Stop the roast"

Please correct me, stretch marks

Stop and look at the charts,

All this paper i fold

And its your body i roast

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I'ma stop as the chorus repeats

Stop the camera, cut, its over

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Always knew where the pot was

Somebody stop the madness,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

We're gonna sling shot to the top, i swear i'll never stop

Till the moment you've stop breathe

Tina perm your fucking weave