This is a song about "Roofs"

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.