This is a song about "Skill to get the trill"

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Skill starts to show less and less

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill

I've got some skill you has to see

Malia family, we the family