This is a song about "Refusal skills"

Aight santana man...let's do this

My skills blossom like a clematis

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

Skills are astronomical,

With a honey in the middle

Nightmare on any street

My skills they are all weak

No wander ya skills missing a slight.

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Big said it, more money more ills

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

They bringing me fish and chips