This is a song about "Roofs"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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