This is a song about "Skill"

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

You see this ain't no a skill

For real, a nigga ill

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

That's higher in sky, more than his lyrical skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

And my necessary skill/

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill