This is a song about "My rapping skills"

My rapping made you soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I don't know defeat

My skills they are all weak

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Loud addition purple patch

My rapping is like an avalanche

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

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

My lyrical skills are just so timeless