This is a song about "Gun skill"

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

And you can tell everyone

In the car with a gun,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

That's aids to the ill

You see this ain't no a skill

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

I can only imagine

Just give me a carrot gun