This is a song about "Ian sucks"

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

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick

Make room for the groom married to his music

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems