This is a song about "No skill"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

And my necessary skill/

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Is when a person has a artistic skill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill