This is a song about "Refusal skills"

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

He's polishing skills while you're warring like chickens

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Nothin you can do to match my skills

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

"damn, this kid has no skills

While scheming on hits

Kill with skills unheard off like timbuktu/

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Bun b, i’m underground king

My artist skills are fading,