This is a song about "You got no skills"

Big said it, more money more ills

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

To increase my ends

And you ain't got no friends

Because the skills you lack…i got,

I love the way you walk

No one winning chance you even got

I can only imagine, uncle bob

We hustle to survive

Miles away but you got no smiles

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

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

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

To bad dummy you ain't got skills to back it up with

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips