This is a song about "No skill"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

That manifest from skill

Lady at the frank stand will

I went to school with the white boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill