This is a song about "Sex on the roof"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Swing my sever of the roof on an extension cord

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit