This is a song about "Love sucks"

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

So i can understand police victims

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

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

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

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

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon