This is a song about "My skillz"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This is my original, my validation

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl