This is a song about "My skills are real"

Redan road, that’s my street

My skills they are all weak

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

Sloppy head for free yacky head was sixty

Let my angel sing

My artist skills are fading,

For real my fists are made of steal

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Skills are astronomical,

I'm fried from this ripple

Like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold