This is a song about "Roof wildin"

I turn yo good girl to a bad bitch, wildin like a rabbit in betwen the sheets

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

I just tell ha we be wildin u lyin bout yo