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

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

My talent should take me places i've never been

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Cause i got mad niggas around ready to take the next hit.

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Lifes to short and fast its like our minds are getting intruded

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Just except to get hit with a brick, chill out and listen to the kick

Need to get the fuck out of here.

But this real, fuck how you feel