This is a song about "Sketch"

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Instead, your timing and delivery's a sketch of defeat

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Kill in a movie sketch pay up or ya dead

But you hate them navel kisses

J-sketch - back in business

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Your metaphors lack, so for shook souls i etch-a-sketch they score back

Even the courtroom sketcher could not sketch ya

Is written in our souls, africa