This is a song about "My 2k skills"

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

While you were playing 2k on your xbox, my pencil was erasing lines

My artist skills are fading,

And this will be the song that we sing

So here i am at the store for some chips

Nothin you can do to match my skills

I pray the lord my guns to keep

My skills they are all weak

Test me, causin verbal epilepsy as my skills have shown

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home