This is a song about "Shay skills"

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Coming in with the steal call me the man with the skills,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Bet i get like 8 of them

Showing my skills once again,

Big said it, more money more ills

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

They bringing me fish and chips

For all the rappers and skills

This is like riding through the city

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills