This is a song about "Joey sucks"

And even though my life fucking sucks, it's crazy, it swirls,

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

When you spill out hits

She sucks quick i lick her tits

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Terribad is one word sucks is another

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones