This is a song about "How much rap sucks"

Nigga you got 2 learn how to rap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

About how much i can't be without you,

And word i blew off herb i grew

You a bitch homie how much for a dick suck?

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

You ain't gon find that

I don't know how to rap,

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Because no matter how much i think