This is a song about "Mason sucks at league plays wukong and feeds"

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Paul mason is faster than you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,

Then lost my faith again

It sucks and is such a shame

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Through your stereo it plays and stays in your dome now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow