This is a song about "Roofs"

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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