This is a song about "My freestyle skills"

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Stack it up, every one of my skills, my tactics tough

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I freestyle well my written work's swell and i rap like i'm from hell

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

Silicone bitches got the confidence

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Showing my skills once again,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

//just some random freestyle shit that i might record to better my delivery

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

My lyrical skills are just so timeless

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Someone dig my freestyle a grave cause i just killed it.