This is a song about "Interpersonal skills"

My artist skills are fading,

I know the moves i'm making

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

My skills blossom like a clematis

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Where you belong with your family

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Skills are astronomical,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

These chalance give me balance