This is a song about "Skill ya"

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Where rules get followed

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Delusional where you think you have skill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

But i still prove my skill is clear

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

That's aids to the ill

You see this ain't no a skill