This is a song about "Rap skill"

You say i got no skill?

Uhh, and i'm ill

I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

I used to be the most humble until

Lady at the frank stand will

And my necessary skill/

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,