This is a song about "No skill"

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You say i got no skill?

That's aids to the ill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

People say shit to me like its easy write a rap, it takes no skill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Delusional where you think you have skill