This is a song about "Rap skill"

You cant keep up with this skill

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

You see this ain't no a skill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Verse 2: rap is like a skill, you have to practice to master.

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

That's higher in sky, more than his lyrical skill

I be gettin' money

Skill or authority