This is a song about "Bella sucks at singing"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Intendent attend them, cool cause

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

We vegetables, on them record labels

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Isabella, ma bella

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

And i'll be singing through the night.

She's every love song that i love singing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

I do the right thing

Ringing digging singing