This is a song about "Skateboard ing"

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

And you're a skateboard you just gotta

I can always depend on my mama

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Story of keeness, #bore-ing these cretins with irony

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony