This is a song about "You got no skills"

Keep the bitches on my dick

Ive got the skills needed,

But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's bottom like me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

You make me lose thrills, cuz you have no skills

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And you aint got no breasts

I like rollin' with friends

If you aint got persistence say hell no

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Are you trying to tell me you got flow or that your rhyme skills show you'll never blow