This is a song about "Skill ya"

Is when a person has a artistic skill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

No, no, we are not those

That's aids to the ill

That manifest from skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Delusional where you think you have skill