This is a song about "You don t know how to skateboard"

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

And you're a skateboard you just gotta

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I just want to express to you exactly how i feel/ want you know

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

Just to match the grind with precision