This is a song about "Aint got no skills"

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Still got that blunt lit but im in school so no i aint gone pass

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

While scheming on hits

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

Im so hot i got rappers sweatin but they aint popped no molly

I like rollin' with friends

And you aint got no breasts

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off

We aint got no one to be fucking fearing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living