This is a song about "Skill parrys"

You see this ain't no a skill

I'm gon remember her, but still

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

As i light one for ill will

That manifest from skill

Every night i stroke hoes

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Is when a person has a artistic skill