This is a song about "Interpersonal skills"

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

On point, i hone my skills

The jiggas and the tips

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Kill with skills unheard off like timbuktu/

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Nothin you can do to match my skills

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

For the next one to call me up talking that shit