This is a song about "Monique sucks"

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

He knew my upbringing it sucks to be a leech

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Terribad is one word sucks is another

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon