This is a song about "I got skills"

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Got the skills to pay the bills, stay trill

I used to be the most humble until

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

To bad dummy you ain't got skills to back it up with

On point, i hone my skills

I only got four minutes

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

N schooled by killers i got my mathmatic skills frum the realest dope dealers...

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Until i die. got skills to rely, but if i lie, the police beats me until i cry.