This is a song about "Real skill"

For real, a nigga ill

You say i got no skill?

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

I went to school with the white boys

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Where real recognize real

That manifest from skill

As i light one for ill will

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

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

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Lady at the frank stand will

You cant keep up with this skill