This is a song about "Such skill"

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

As i light one for ill will

Dammit i have too much skill

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

You cant keep up with this skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Skill undeveloped like tadpoles,

Trips in the cake holes