This is a song about "My quickscoping skills"

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Look at me, i always keep my skills discreet

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,