This is a song about "Skill ya"

And my necessary skill/

As i light one for ill will

I'm gon remember her, but still

You see this ain't no a skill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

I'm not degrading my crusade what i do takes skill,

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Dammit i have too much skill

That manifest from skill

Lady at the frank stand will