This is a song about "Old skool music sucks"

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

So i can understand police victims

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

Terribad is one word sucks is another

My wrist is all red from the cutter

They vaguely decipher my language

It sucks when your competition aint much

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But i remain the good kid

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music