This is a song about "Philadelphia sucks"

It sucks when your competition aint much

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Terribad is one word sucks is another

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

He knew my upbringing it sucks to be a leech

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad