This is a song about "Wickers sucks"

Shout out my nigga miles

For all you that say my grammar sucks

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

That's why it sucks so bad

Gave very less number of fucks and she said drugs really sucks.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

And i can't help but stare, cause

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Leaping in the limelight sucks