This is a song about "Poor communication skills"

On point, i hone my skills

3m's on my new balance

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

For some reason our communication blew

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Hold it..now thank you for silence

"damn, this kid has no skills

I believe mcing is the best way of communication,

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers