This is a song about "Skill level"

You see this ain't no a skill

As i light one for ill will

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

That's aids to the ill

That manifest from skill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

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

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

Lady at the frank stand will

Wanna step up to my level?