This is a song about "Lake brantley sucks"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

All these assholes can go and jump in a burning lake

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

They'll find your body deep in a lake

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

We vegetables, on them record labels

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

But i’m taking the bate, ‘n all the respect in this lake,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Your flow sucks like plastic straws