This is a song about "Connor sucks dick"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Leaping in the limelight sucks

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Where would i be without my dogs

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Your rap is not fresh, its sucks, this fuck's choosin to

And people call me a user, but i want you

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

For all you that say my grammar sucks

We vegetables, on them record labels

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know