This is a song about "Gun skill"

You say i got no skill?

That's aids to the ill

Just give me a carrot gun

After the club, gettin you open

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You see this ain't no a skill