This is a song about "Skulls"

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

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

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

As she goes through the levels

You heard banks was crackin skulls

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

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples