This is a song about "My skills"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

As i acquire the skills i require to put you in the line of my fire

I was born to do the damn thing

My artist skills are fading,

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

My skills blossom like a clematis

And i be talking about me, i do this

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Showing my skills once again,

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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