This is a song about "My freestyle skills"

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

I've finally realized my true skills all over again,

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

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

My skills they are all weak

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Pass through, me and kid freestyle in my room,

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills