This is a song about "Skulls"

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

I invest in souls, which unfolds to get you left on skulls

Or closed casket for our troubles

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Elongated skulls so whose who? something that the real jews knew,

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet