This is a song about "My rap skills"

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Your skills are as fucked a bitch,stop bleeding on rap pad

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

My skills they are all weak

Sometimes i think, what i need

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets