This is a song about "Climbing roofs"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Didn't you now, i'm climbing a mountain of track

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I would blast and write, im suprised my roofs still here

The reason why they had to give me a deal

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Going over your head, i'm climbing to the top

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Anorak climbing down your chimney fuck yeah bitch santa's black

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring