This is a song about "Employability skills"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

No wander ya skills missing a slight.

And you're, approaching me right

My artist skills are fading,

The time is waiting

Silicone bitches got the confidence

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

You're uncool like my mother kin

Rhyming skills and concentration

Ive got the skills needed,

It's all good, finna dog that

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

But make sure if they do see

My city's culture to the game now in existence

He's polishing skills while you're warring like chickens