This is a song about "Hairline sucks"

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

If you think filipinos sucks you need a little sensing

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Amen, they say you only live once

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,