This is a song about "School sucks"

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

So i can understand police victims

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

But now i'm in high school

The thugs say i'm cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

While we going through the school

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

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