This is a song about "Roasted you"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

South beach fountain blue

No thank you, just fuck you,

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Whether you wrong or you right

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Nobody cares about you except you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Raised by a momma who, who

See you, touch you, hear you