This is a song about "Skating around with the homies and going to hit the greens to get stress out of our minds"

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

With hope's to break the minds of bold, and bend the souls of the feeble

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

So i have the ability to blow minds

Get away from the stress of life

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Our minds to heavens gates

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

But reality shows ain't real

Need to get the fuck out of here.

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house