This is a song about "Skill"

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill

That manifest from skill

Dc, man over money

Skill or authority

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

All lying ass defensive ass boys