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

Know it good when she go no hands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Our relationship seems to be even shorter than your skirt,

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

On, but they can't play with that round thing hun / seems to me they're repeating none

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Now i'm directly invading your mind, that seems to be skating

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Through time, and seems to be feeling sublime,

Save some, save none at the same time

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Nobody seems to forgive mistakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates