This is a song about "Skilled by default"

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Get off by default, reoffend then do it again

Machine the way i'm skilled

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

By night and by day, y'all motherfuckers try to be,

Real nigguh by far these hoes went by a telescope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

She commited suicide by

Damn is your mattress dry

But no sluts ever passed me by

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers

Faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can