This is a song about "No skill"

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

All these other rappers to you they're no par, skill discrepancy you spitters are so scarce

Skill or authority

Dc, man over money

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

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

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

I used to be the most humble until

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

As i light one for ill will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

Ain't no women at the shows