This is a song about "Skill"

If skill was health you'd be on coke

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

Delusional where you think you have skill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

We love for a while then a light goes

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

When i'm done with you, you will notice who has the skill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm not degrading my crusade what i do takes skill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill