This is a song about "My rap skills"

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Test me, causin verbal epilepsy as my skills have shown

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

My lyrical skills are just so timeless

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks