This is a song about "Interpersonal skills"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Ive got the skills needed,

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

I only got four minutes

Got me rushed to the station

Rhyming skills and concentration

Kill with skills unheard off like timbuktu/

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

They bringing me fish and chips

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Showing my skills once again,

I’m effervescent, just ask them

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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