This is a song about "Science sucks"

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Shout out my nigga miles

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I con science, an icon to my alliance

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles