This is a song about "Gun skill"

You see this ain't no a skill

As i light one for ill will

Cold world no blanket son

Grab my knife and my gun

In the car with a gun,

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Actor done the switch of my gun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

That manifest from skill

That's aids to the ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill

I really wish i had my gun

Takin' breaks will leave you broken