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.

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

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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