This is a song about "Skulls"

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

Our girls is the models

You heard banks was crackin skulls

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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man