This is a song about "Refusal skills"

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Them dudes fronting like grills

For all the rappers and skills

Big said it, more money more ills

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

Cause they right down the street

My skills they are all weak

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The jiggas and the tips

On point, i hone my skills

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Flyer then the rest of them

Showing my skills once again,