This is a song about "Shute ski"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Water nowadays will also dirty your spectacles

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

That could get the world sped up, instead of assulted and shred.

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Now i'm directly invading your mind, that seems to be skating

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul