This is a song about "You suck at raps"

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

You suck and we won't forgive you

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

All she good at is suck in dick and talk in shit, watch out bitch cause you

Gonna make you suck your thumb

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Dont forget to swallow when you suck

I know you're mad, but so what