This is a song about "Riding around on my skates"

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

So let me tell you about this guy

Yow am ridin around in my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

All my life ive been around crime, niggas sellin a dime, to pay rent on time,