This is a song about "Cash money records sucks"

As she goes through the levels

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Energized and still going

Cash is overflowing

Look in the mirror

My records sell, yes sir

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

All i need is the notepad

That's why it sucks so bad

Huh, a metaphor of course

Your flow sucks like plastic straws