This is a song about "Bad skill"

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

That's higher in sky, more than his lyrical skill

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

But i still prove my skill is clear

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Delusional where you think you have skill