This is a song about "Roofs"

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel