This is a song about "Roasted chloe"

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Your credibility's been roasted

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

And my friends, chloe, sophie? what about fucking naomi?

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Chloe haterz, see ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Haha lots of hate, chloe

Walk into my great place, cozy