This is a song about "Skills"

You just do your thing chick

Ive got the skills needed,

My skills blossom like a clematis

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Have no souls indeed

My skills they are all weak

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity