This is a song about "Surreal sucks"

For all you that say my grammar sucks

So i can understand police victims

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Leaping in the limelight sucks

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

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

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

It sucks when your competition aint much

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop