This is a song about "Rap skills"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Your skills are as fucked a bitch,stop bleeding on rap pad

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

To rest my skills amongst the greats, hope rap god gives me strength

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills

Nothin you can do to match my skills

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

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

These chalance give me balance

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

Rhyming skills and concentration

You're uncool like my mother kin

Skills are astronomical,

I'm fried from this ripple

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs