This is a song about "Skills posses"

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

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

For all the rappers and skills

Big said it, more money more ills

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

She likes the way it hits her lips

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

My skills they are all weak

Indubitably i'm too street

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

The jiggas and the tips

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet