This is a song about "Getting roasted"

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

It's getting limited, only a few

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

And i ain't getting breathless

But i guess that shit's just tough love

They just don't give a fuck

Well aren't you getting fed up

Where i from, it get cold

Signs of you getting smoked

I like to call that a quick flip

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Living out of a homeless shit

Your credibility's been roasted