This is a song about "Dylann roof"

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

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

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

Squirrel is running on the roof

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