This is a song about "Starbucks sucks"

She sucks quick i lick her tits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

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

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

And of course, my car's off course

The world looking out, they on the front row

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

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

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon