This is a song about "Flappers and the new roof womenle"

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

For the new cats to come and take the fame

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

Squirrel is running on the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

The game and making new sounds

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Swing my sever of the roof on an extension cord

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/