This is a song about "Climbing roofs"

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Climbing chutes and ladders to try and prevail in battles

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

You haphazard backstabbers climbing the rap ladder,

Climbing to the top so quickly that its scaring me

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience