This is a song about "I ve got skills"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

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

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Once i get to last period the teacher talks to us about life skills

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime