This is a song about "Rap skill"

That's aids to the ill

And my necessary skill/

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

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

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

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

Y'all can't stand up on my level, can't reach my lyrical skill,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

So here i am at the store for some chips

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

You see this ain't no a skill

Lady at the frank stand will