This is a song about "Aint got no skills"

It's plain to see you've got no skills you's a chicken with whack bars so its a hen i see.

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

No wander ya skills missing a slight.

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Aint got time for mindgames, no need to be so mysterious,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

We aint got no one to be fucking fearing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Because the skills you lack…i got,

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.