This is a song about "Austin u suck at everything"

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Spitting on everything i see, chipping away at my rivaling rappers,

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

I suck at creating beats so i formulate raps accapella, without much notoriety,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Better watch out at night, because not everything is as it seems

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

All she good at is suck in dick and talk in shit, watch out bitch cause you

I've seen but if u took it the right way everything would be okay

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//