This is a song about "Rap skill"

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

That manifest from skill

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Skill or authority

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

To rap you need skill or watching all your dreams fall shatter

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

I'm gon remember her, but still

You say i got no skill?

Is when a person has a artistic skill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill