This is a song about "Trent sucks at running"

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

At the bottom and top, running and also stopped//

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

I keep them in detriment running at them like rampaging elephants.

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

All these bitches running at us just the same man

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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