This is a song about "Minahil sucks"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

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

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

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

Your flow sucks with no rhythm, flows hit you, knock ya back,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

He knew my upbringing it sucks to be a leech

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

It sucks and is such a shame

I wish i’ll never see you again

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know