This is a song about "He roofs"

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

For now everything just seem so right

He was contrite when he know that he denied

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Looking at your money

He said he would never leave me

So he started proclaiming,he was contrite he was shouting loud he thought

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk