This is a song about "Dylan roof"

And i can see the roof. uhh.

You're fucking with me, nigga

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Gonna blow the roof off and make you proud

So i solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

No roof, but that means no ceiling to contain my potential

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

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

My swag is to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Squirrel is running on the roof