This is a song about "Low skill"

Filipino hospitality yeah now drop it low

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

As i light one for ill will

Maybe we just need to slow

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

They setting the bar low,

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

I'm gon remember her, but still

You say i got no skill?

My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will