This is a song about "Jayse sucks"

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

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

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

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Saying my flow sucks but i ain't a democrat

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Where you welcome to problems

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

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

Even though she make it hard for me to see you