This is a song about "Skipping scho"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Your intestines out and use them for rope skipping

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

No one-half and i hate math

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

The same shit over and over it's like a record skipping

But im actually skipping and causing high jinks

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope