This is a song about "Lyrical skill"

For real, a nigga ill

You cant keep up with this skill

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

The pinnacle of my lyrical skill isn't your typical

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I'm not degrading my crusade what i do takes skill,

As i light one for ill will

You see this ain't no a skill

Dammit i have too much skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill