This is a song about "You suck at ryhming"

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

You're only telling me i'm number one and that you suck

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

At least make it believable alright, your lies suck

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

You know that love is a very serious thing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

Well, um, there's a but

I already know you suck

Tell them niggas they slipping

You suck dick for a living

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

You can feel it via spirit