This is a song about "Someones skill"

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Someones trying to fight me, tryin to start shit

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Delusional where you think you have skill

I swear someones there, are you a scared?

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Y'all can't stand up on my level, can't reach my lyrical skill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

That manifest from skill

As i light one for ill will