This is a song about "You suck at making ryhmes"

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Gonna make you suck your thumb

Every sport making baskets at the court

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

You half as nice, claiming' you rapping' tight, but man you suck

You suck and we won't forgive you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I ain't the kid you wanna go and diss when you suck

Bet i'm heavy with that

R.y.o.t., you suck at this rap shit,

Cause you've done such

Is you guys suck so much