This is a song about "No skill"

Lady at the frank stand will

And my necessary skill/

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

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

I went to school with the white boys

You say i got no skill?

Uhh, and i'm ill

Delusional where you think you have skill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

That's aids to the ill

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

That's higher in sky, more than his lyrical skill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still