This is a song about "Break on the roof"

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

One time for the girls with the right shoes

From the gutter to the roof

And i ain't trying to land

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child