This is a song about "Skimming"

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

Spitting on my mic, whippin a cow for that cream,

Before i never routed, now i got the tactics,,

Got the priest reading sermons for the catholics,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us