This is a song about "Roasted you"

You expect me to respect you?

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

When you know that you are

'bout to get my other car

When you see me you begin you hibernation.

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

You got your crew behind you

She gonna dance when that molly through

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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

Thinking about you, you slag

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Baby you know i love you

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck