This is a song about "No skills"

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

"damn, this kid has no skills

When you spill out hits

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

While scheming on hits

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

As i seenobody cares about my history

On point, i hone my skills

She likes the way it hits her lips

Showing my skills once again,

And do i need to mention when