This is a song about "Hannah sucks"

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

For all you that say my grammar sucks

It sucks when your competition aint much

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Your flow sucks with no rhythm, flows hit you, knock ya back,

He knew my upbringing it sucks to be a leech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

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

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

Only real niggas stay on top

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

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

She sucks my d like a hippie sucks a toad, rappads frozen i better click reload

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.