This is a song about "Ireland sucks"

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Terribad is one word sucks is another

Man but this ain't no sign language

It sucks when your competition aint much

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

As she goes through the levels

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Kirko paint her walls

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Where you welcome to problems

From ireland but i'll land, running

But he don't rule a thing

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs