This is a song about "Poetic skill"

You say i got no skill?

Lady at the frank stand will

Delusional where you think you have skill

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I am the poetic narcissist

Should be poetic or lyrical

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

And my necessary skill/

As i light one for ill will

That manifest from skill

Uhh, and i'm ill

And i need you to show me love

So you can call this poetic justice.