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

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Trying to get out and around

I must go like fly route

But im starting to realize that there is no gain, with the emotions within the minds of humans,

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

This stress is tough to cope, eatin and showerin wit a roach, both ways get the view

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Is the image of the insane, subliminal ties, to stabilize our minds,

Life ain't a paradise, too many lies n' lives thrown away like a pair of dice.