This is a song about "Connor and his skates"

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Instead of being thanked for his heart and his spirit,

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

They for grossing a bigger business

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

And thank doom for his herbs/

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect