This is a song about "Skill level"

I'm level two, you're level eight

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Lady at the frank stand will

Cause i done pushed my level

That manifest from skill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Is when a person has a artistic skill

For real, a nigga ill

Dammit i have too much skill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill