This is a song about "Roasted and hated so much"

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

I hated goin' home. i just missed you so much.

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

All my friends dead,and so much bodies left

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Pops had his flaws, had a fuckin problem and lost so much/

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

And we gettin so much dope , niggas think its free

And yet my rhymes were unheard so quiet was much preferred

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard