This is a song about "Roasted chloe"

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Haha lots of hate, chloe

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Your credibility's been roasted

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

The science and the art, africa

Chloe haterz, see ya

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid