This is a song about "Rap skills"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Cos this is rap game,here pussy sells and skills kills

On point, i hone my skills

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

Just another day out in beverly hills

So here i am at the store for some chips

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

All black everthing on some jigga shit

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Say that your skills are increasing, but you've never been good at rap.