This is a song about "Sinatra sucks"

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

Man, life sucks for me. dat stuff be justified

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

We vegetables, on them record labels

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

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

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