This is a song about "Skill god"

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

You cant keep up with this skill

That's aids to the ill

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

You say i got no skill?

Uhh, and i'm ill

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill