This is a song about "Beyond sucks"

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

As she goes through the levels

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Good kids make bad grown ups

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

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

Power beyond what your focus can fathom

He been waiting for his connection to come