This is a song about "There weed sucks"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Who substituted for this weed

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Lying to yourself, all over an image

It sucks when your competition aint much

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Me and my peeps often meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"