This is a song about "Your rapping skills"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

We gunna take this party on into the morning

Your all talk and no pack rapping action or word forming.

How the fuck do you think you sound you win by luck your skills suck

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Your skills are as fucked a bitch,stop bleeding on rap pad

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy