This is a song about "Skill"

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

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

That's aids to the ill

You cant keep up with this skill

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

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

When i'm done with you, you will notice who has the skill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

You see this ain't no a skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Hey, must be the money

Skill or authority