This is a song about "Skill"

I used to be the most humble until

Is when a person has a artistic skill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

As i light one for ill will

You say i got no skill?

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

Lady at the frank stand will

You see this ain't no a skill