This is a song about "U suck at spelling"

Are u still alive, go away ray until i get spray, hey suck it all now dre oh damn its

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That'll do anything that i please

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Now my team comin right back at u

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Shit with our whole family

Okay u are a gay who look at glee.

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans