This is a song about "He roofs"

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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

Know the time, know what it's like

He commit suicide

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

She might be goin' home with me tonight

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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

I'm gon remember her, but still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

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

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime