This is a song about "Country sucks"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Gave very less number of fucks and she said drugs really sucks.

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

As she goes through the levels

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Hustle for dis country money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,