This is a song about "Edwardo gettin roasted"

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

Gettin to know his demons

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And we'd be gettin higher

Pawning my chain in the shop

Gettin caught by the cop

Lights please, lights please

Gettin weak all in my knees

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Your credibility's been roasted

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone