This is a song about "Work sucks"

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Organized crime, i kill your boss

You'll never be late for work

Too focused, one word

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

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

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

For all you that say my grammar sucks

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

It sucks and is such a shame

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard