This is a song about "Interpersonal skills"

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Coming in with the steal call me the man with the skills,

Showing my skills once again,

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

A military mind mean money

By the water, au revoir to my audience

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

For all the rappers and skills

Worth a couple bills

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Planet earth intense skills fulfills