This is a song about "Skill god"

I was so sincere like nas first name

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

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

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

You cant keep up with this skill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Delusional where you think you have skill

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Y'all can't stand up on my level, can't reach my lyrical skill,

I fucking hate this job

If skill was health you'd be on coke

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

I used to be the most humble until