This is a song about "Roasted"

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

Your credibility's been roasted

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

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