This is a song about "Ian sucks"

They bringing me fish and chips

She sucks quick i lick her tits

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

It sucks when your competition aint much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

He knew my upbringing it sucks to be a leech

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Shots, they back and forth