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

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

All you fakes think i'll go astray

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Every sentence i say, will make you question your religion you 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

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Quit with the bullshit, treating us like fakes for god's sake.

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Dreamin on a lullaby

The vertex and the third eye

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

When i'm on it, on it like my job