This is a song about "Skill"

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

You cant keep up with this skill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,