This is a song about "The bullys and the fakes"

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

All you fakes think i'll go astray

Reading shit my critics say

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

When i'm low, she take me high

The vertex and the third eye

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,