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

Wish i could shed all these tears

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You a bitch homie how much for a dick suck?

Niggas that guided me through

Fuck you i'll buck you you suck too

You suck and we won't forgive you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Do you suck more at your raps or dad's dick, i can't tell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck