This is a song about "You have no skill"

Maybe you don't have the skill, in fact

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You say i got no skill?

For real, a nigga ill

Mama made her pretty

You have no more words for me

Theres no escaping once they have you there

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Verse 2: rap is like a skill, you have to practice to master.

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

When i'm done with you, you will notice who has the skill

Because they have no accurate opinions of you,

She better shed a couple tears when she come through