This is a song about "Roasted"

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Y'all similes is literal shit

Your credibility's been roasted