This is a song about "Skill"

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

And my necessary skill/

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Delusional where you think you have skill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

A lot of people called it last year

But i still prove my skill is clear