This is a song about "Giani sucks"

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

They vaguely decipher my language

It sucks when your competition aint much

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

It sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Where you welcome to problems

For all you that say my grammar sucks