This is a song about "Soft skills"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Niggas soft like some jello

Got it matching though

On point, i hone my skills

I only got four minutes

And it really ain't my fault all your shit looks soft/

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

They bringing me fish and chips

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

Big said it, more money more ills

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Were the best challengers you're shits pillow soft

Because your shit ain't workin', and you really actin' soft,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard