This is a song about "Skills posses"

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

That i posses dna on an extraterrestrial level,

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Ive got the skills needed,

You be on that stalker shit

With a honey in the middle

Skills are astronomical,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Hostile when bombing posses like kamikazes, he's positive,

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this