This is a song about "Skating around with hood rats"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

With hannibal lector around me...

But we should be body to body

Could've worked with my father but he wasn't around

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Fucked around and messed with the wrong stranger.

You know...you know who you are