This is a song about "Roasted"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Killing these niggas off quick

Your credibility's been roasted