This is a song about "Dylann roof"

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Gettin higher and higher, there ain't no roof.

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

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

Gonna blow the roof off and make you proud

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

From the gutter to the roof

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

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