This is a song about "Rap sucks"

I gotta tell you that my love is true

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

It sucks when your competition aint much

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

For all you that say my grammar sucks