This is a song about "My skillz"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Most of them niggas dumb

My words are my rhythm

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

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Some say skillz is the reason why these nigas catching feelings.

That is my wish, my fantasy.

A military mind mean money

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Get high together, left ny together

My god is my saviour he is my protector,