This is a song about "No skills"

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

No one can stand a man with nuclear spits and skills as earthquakes in japan

He's polishing skills while you're warring like chickens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

It's plain to see you've got no skills you's a chicken with whack bars so its a hen i see.

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Ive got the skills needed,

And talk some more shit

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Indubitably i'm too street

My skills they are all weak

If skills were to be sold, then i'd no doubt be an billionaire.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills