This is a song about "Interpersonal skill persistance optimism"

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

I'm not degrading my crusade what i do takes skill,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Is when a person has a artistic skill

I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

I've been lacking skill i know i'm lazy,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

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