This is a song about "Cho sucks"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Your bitch sucks dick like kobayashi

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

It sucks and is such a shame

Down in dallas at the all-star game

I proclaim my motivation is tamed, board the cho-cho trotting train it's less lame

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense