This is a song about "Interpersonal skill persistance optimism"

As i light one for ill will

That manifest from skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Dammit i have too much skill

I'm gon remember her, but still

For real, a nigga ill

You see this ain't no a skill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

See that's what we genius rappers call skill,

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Delusional where you think you have skill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill