This is a song about "Ski ski"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Saddle and wave, i killed cattle and crave sadness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Best behave, oh my, wave at the nice neighbors killins just a game

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

As soon as ya heard that track

Ha my mojo back

Move like i’m walking with an open case

When i say "hay" i expect you to wave,

Just me trying to skate by

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Pataclysm got up and then unda ya skin

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Brah i pass through the phasing sun, skim via laid driller