This is a song about "Skills"

My skills blossom like a clematis

Gotta be something for me write this

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

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Skills are astronomical,

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

Big said it, more money more ills

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Planet earth intense skills fulfills