This is a song about "Sam sucks"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

It sucks and is such a shame

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

That's why it sucks so bad