This is a song about "My quickscoping skills"

My skills blossom like a clematis

As my record label nitpicks at this

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Showing my skills once again,

My skills they are all weak

For the low that nine cheap

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Nothin you can do to match my skills

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

I just wanna be higher than that

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits