This is a song about "You all cant roast me"

Please don't get me started or i will surely roast this,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

You cant see me bitches,

So i gotta spit to this

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

If you disagree, boy , imma act like muhfuckin toaster and roast ya

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I cant just sit here all evenin and watch you in misery so heres your new nanny

In the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridge

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Please don't get me started or i will surely roast this,

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis