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

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

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Niggas die over shoes

My swag is to the roof

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I am the up and coming, the new intelligence

And by the way, man, i'm the new artist, go listen free,

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby