This is a song about "My 2k skills"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

My lyrical skills are just so timeless

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

And to test me, practice my skills in the best league

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Stack it up, every one of my skills, my tactics tough