This is a song about "My quickscoping skills"

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

I've finally realized my true skills all over again,

Nothin you can do to match my skills

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

Look at me, i always keep my skills discreet

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little