This is a song about "Skills"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

While scheming on hits

Planet earth intense skills fulfills

My artist skills are fading,

I was born to do the damn thing

He's polishing skills while you're warring like chickens

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

My team getting digits

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills