This is a song about "My freestyle skills are godly"

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

My skills are elevating, chill but devastating, burning with the fire that hell is blazing

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

While your basic skills are your weakness.

My artist skills are fading,

Same '89 camry that needs painting

My skills blossom like a clematis

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills