This is a song about "Real skill"

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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

That manifest from skill

That's aids to the ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

You see this ain't no a skill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Dammit i have too much skill

I'm not degrading my crusade what i do takes skill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill