This is a song about "Joey skull"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Catch this bullet in your skull, milimeter deeper

I'll bash your brains in and watch your skull shatter

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

And your face erased just like red skull.

Shout out them strippers who hustle