This is a song about "My skillz"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

My own unknown is my enemy,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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