This is a song about "Skate boarders"

Rollin' down the four o five

Fuck rules, skate life, rap, write, repeat twice

If you've seen me skate you probably think im pretty hot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Cuz i hang with people that skate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

But we all know my job is skate,rap and make a lot

Just me trying to skate by

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes