This is a song about "Air realistic sucks"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

As she goes through the levels

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Where you welcome to problems

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs