This is a song about "Skill"

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

You cant keep up with this skill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

That's higher in sky, more than his lyrical skill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I'm gon remember her, but still

You say i got no skill?

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Delusional where you think you have skill