This is a song about "Your rapping skills"

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

Your lyrical skills will make me physically ill?

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Your rapping is tragically sad and you have to go practice

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

But fuck that, man your skills are like nothing to me,

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

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

Cuz when your rapping nothing can go wrong

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

An people say im not heard of, your in an era where my skills hurt ya,