This is a song about "You cant skatr"

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

You cant handle me in person,

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

You cant see me bitches,

So i gotta spit to this

Cant say that i started getting over you,

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Parkside productions you cant diss this

They for grossing a bigger business

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

You start to shake and you cant think

Now that's what you call a game

And you cant handle our fame,