This is a song about "Skill parrys"

Is when a person has a artistic skill

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

You say i got no skill?

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Impeccable give it my note

For real, a nigga ill

And my necessary skill/

As i light one for ill will

You see this ain't no a skill

That's aids to the ill

Dammit i have too much skill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Lady at the frank stand will

That manifest from skill