This is a song about "Roofs"

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups