This is a song about "Car ain t got no roof"

Squirrel is running on the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No a/c cheap car to do work

Niggas die over shoes

Squirrel is running on the roof

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Faster and faster i heard sirens so i got back in my car and dipped

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Zero options to choose

Squirrel is running on the roof

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

And no one can tell me im wrong, cause i'll shoot the roof off like a time bomb