This is a song about "My rapping skills"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

My artist skills are fading,

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Test me, causin verbal epilepsy as my skills have shown

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

One verse is all it takes

I'm rapping for my mates

I'm just rapping my true voice

Roll trees for the boys