This is a song about "My 2k skills"

Flyer then the rest of them

Showing my skills once again,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Or you can do better on some hate shit

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

I say what my mind speak

My skills they are all weak

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

It’s perfect when they lay for you, but they stay true and vertical

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible