This is a song about "Ski ski"

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You can't touch these lines i'm spitting them parallel.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Everybody finger point in your direction

Let's pretend he never wanted to jump out of his skin,

Times left in sode water

And i ain't frontin for her

All wale talking is ambition

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Now i'm directly invading your mind, that seems to be skating

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing