This is a song about "Moma sucks ass"

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

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

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

I promise i'mma call you back

That's why it sucks so bad

Shout out my nigga miles

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Gave very less number of fucks and she said drugs really sucks.

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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