This is a song about "All your songs sucks"

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You're mascot cause when i here your shitty songs i just yawn

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

And call ur bitch never reveal your songs or tell em what u did

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

It ain't gon' be no back and forth