This is a song about "Lack of social skills"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

But years of practice and soon our skills would match

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Hopin' that my niggas see

Any rapper with talent because skills are the worries of the least

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

With lack of compassion in people though