This is a song about "How much rap sucks"

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

But you don't know how first found rap,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

How much longer til i topple you toddlers

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

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

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

My talent should take me places i've never been

How much potential i have, it's confirming/

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

You a bitch homie how much for a dick suck?

Wanna spend it all on you

No matter how much good you do