This is a song about "That seems to be skating"

Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Our relationship seems to be even shorter than your skirt,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Though it seems that sinnin', is a continuum season

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

To going from this to havin' a fortune it seems..

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive