This is a song about "He roofs"

He was contrite when he know that he denied

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He thinks that he can control