This is a song about "Skill"

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I'm gon remember her, but still

And my necessary skill/

For real, a nigga ill

That manifest from skill

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

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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