This is a song about "He roofs"

I would blast and write, im suprised my roofs still here

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

These shows be packing tight

He commit suicide

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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