This is a song about "Skills posses"

Nothin you can do to match my skills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

For all the rappers and skills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I say what my mind speak

My skills they are all weak

Just another day out in beverly hills

Coming in with the steal call me the man with the skills,

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Showing my skills once again,

Magic city tipping them

Ive got the skills needed,

I know what you do with that