This is a song about "My rapping skills"

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

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

My rapping is like an avalanche

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

I went to school with the white boys

I'm just rapping my true voice