This is a song about "Me roofing"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

They fucking me and loving me

Knowing you can no longer party

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

Come near me (come near me)

Don't worry bout a thang baby

I must go like fly route

Pull me in, throw me out

But just let me be me

They gotta point em out baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

And now that i’m getting money

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Look it something they can't ever see

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Fuck fame, fuck money