This is a song about "Dylan roof"

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

Secret society all we ask is trust

She say she love me more than anything

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Now watch me climb these fucking stairs and put this nigga on the roof

My swag is to the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man