This is a song about "Showing skill"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

You say i got no skill?

As i light one for ill will

Delusional where you think you have skill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Showing my skills once again,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Until your choking 'n' jolting and showing emotions

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And my necessary skill/

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You see this ain't no a skill

Lady at the frank stand will