This is a song about "U suck at spelling"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I suck at creating beats so i formulate raps accapella, without much notoriety,

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

At least make it believable alright, your lies suck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Not likely like stay long please

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Okay u are a gay who look at glee.