This is a song about "U suck at life"

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

All she good at is suck in dick and talk in shit, watch out bitch cause you

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Life ain't really easy u gotta feel the pain

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

R.y.o.t., you suck at this rap shit,

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Be stronger than life and don't get beaten, and cause u ain't a heathen life will never treason

Trying to come at me...homie i wish u would,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its