This is a song about "You cant skate"

No you cant hide from me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You cant even see it

That real life shit

Yea you cant wait to chase

Just know that i'm always

You start to shake and you cant think

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Cuz i hang with people that skate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

You cant reach me, you cant teach me,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money