This is a song about "Roofs"

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

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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