This is a song about "My quickscoping skills"

And to test me, practice my skills in the best league

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

So here i am at the store for some chips

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My skills kill 'till i spill acidic chills using these abilities

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

My skills blossom like a clematis

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris