This is a song about "Roasting on him"

Don't let him do it, you're not on your own!

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me

Knocks on the door, even gives him a few shouts

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

You sold him out he was most wanted on the cia

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Suddenly it's all #bird #'n' stress, #building on him

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

And this will be the song that we sing

1st class on him, choices were so disgusting!