This is a song about "You suck at raps"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I suck at creating beats so i formulate raps accapella, without much notoriety,

You suck and we won't forgive you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

Fuck you i'll buck you you suck too

Swear i'm trying to get through

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,