This is a song about "He roofs"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

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

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

De la soul is from the soul

He thinks that he can control

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

He was contrite when he know that he denied

If i lost you be patient

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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