This is a song about "Skill parrys"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

You cant keep up with this skill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

But i still prove my skill is clear

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

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

That manifest from skill

Lady at the frank stand will

As i light one for ill will

Dammit i have too much skill

You see this ain't no a skill

That's aids to the ill