This is a song about "Mad skills"

My artist skills are fading,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Nothin you can do to match my skills

They bringing me fish and chips

What up girl, tell me how you been

Rhyming skills and concentration

So here i am at the store for some chips

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Ive got the skills needed,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

On point, i hone my skills

When you spill out hits