This is a song about "I roasted you"

I know you think you on

My sim card's the bomb

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Something wicked this way come

I shocked you now you numb

South beach fountain blue

I could tell you i love you

Why we gotta argue

Girl you know i want you

The boa know they loving the crew

See i thought i knew you,

I call em up, they might fall through

I lied baby i need you

She gonna dance when that molly through

Baby you know i love you