This is a song about "Roasted"

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

It's not making sense to you right now but

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Your credibility's been roasted

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit