This is a song about "Sex on the roof"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Now watch me climb these fucking stairs and put this nigga on the roof

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Squirrel is running on the roof

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

And i can see the roof. uhh.

Play the game nigga

Ironically it subs like a hero

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

The whole house is burned down from the roof to the carpet

Better then sex is what goes on next.

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check