This is a song about "On the roof"

Its cold as shit in this booth

From the gutter to the roof

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

The whole house is burned down from the roof to the carpet

Squirrel is running on the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

Few years ago i didn't even have a roof

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

She acting all extra

And i can see the roof. uhh.

A roof for their stuff, shout out to george carlin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news