This is a song about "Jump rope"

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Lilly allen you jump in to

Life's tryin to lap you

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

About the way i'm feeling

Wanna jump high and punch the ceiling

Smack ya with staggered ladder, faggot, attach ya to a rope

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Tie any enemy up with plastic and rope

Instead of skipping rope, he's just skipping meals

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

In this beef you may have got the jump

Oh wow, obilivion stump