This is a song about "Bad skill"

I know you just doing your job

If skill was health you'd be on coke

That's aids to the ill

You see this ain't no a skill

You cant keep up with this skill

Lady at the frank stand will

As i light one for ill will

That manifest from skill

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

I'm gon remember her, but still

And my necessary skill/

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Is when a person has a artistic skill