This is a song about "I roasted you"

As i decimate you

I call em up, they might fall through

Why did i ever want you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

I'm a poet, a genius with words, prepare to get roasted/

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

So i thank you, but i hate #you, and if i had the chance id forsake you/

I regret how i treated you

My home girl told me i got an issue

And show you that i love you

Swear i'm trying to get through

I fucking hate you, listen to my rap while i rape you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue