This is a song about "Skill"

Lady at the frank stand will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

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

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

But i still prove my skill is clear

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

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

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You see this ain't no a skill

I'm gon remember her, but still

And my necessary skill/

I used to be the most humble until

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,