This is a song about "Interpersonal skill persistance optimism"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

Lady at the frank stand will

You cant keep up with this skill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Dammit i have too much skill

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

That's aids to the ill

You see this ain't no a skill