This is a song about "Coping skills"

Believe me i'mma be your god

Skills for the second spot

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

He's polishing skills while you're warring like chickens

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Coping with posing rappers is the reason i'm the coldest,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

Showing my skills once again,

Suck my lolly pop then

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

My skills they are all weak