This is a song about "Gun skill"

For real, a nigga ill

Dammit i have too much skill

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

Mic crazytyga man, i'm part asian

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

But girl you got me open

Just give me a carrot gun

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Riding around without a fuck given

Escaping from my fucken gun

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

And my necessary skill/