This is a song about "Skill"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Motherfucker this is forever dope

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

That's aids to the ill

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

Is when a person has a artistic skill

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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