This is a song about "Yo rapping sucks"

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

Shots, they back and forth

Your flow sucks like plastic straws