This is a song about "Kate skills wills"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

On point, i hone my skills

I'm all about the bills

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

By the water, au revoir to my audience

My skills they are all weak

Cause they right down the street

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Nothin you can do to match my skills

She likes the way it hits her lips

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Whats it like when you fucking kate

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one