This is a song about "You suc"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Thinking about you, you slag

Baby heading down a cloud

You talkin bout you breakin out

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

When you see me you begin you hibernation.

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Who do you think you are

You're in a seminar

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

You think i'm lying to you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Nobody cares about you except you