This is a song about "Skills posses"

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

And it's a fact, i got a million of them posses

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I confess to devilish scheme i posses to slay any mc i think im making

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Rhyming skills and concentration

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

My skills they are all weak