This is a song about "Roast someone"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Just someone totally motherfucking crazy.

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Someone better let rick james out

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And its your body i roast

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Someone just give me a promotion

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

This kids rapping about someone mistaking

And getting money is the song i sing