This is a song about "You suck at writing lyrics make it better"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Take a flight at night and watch my lyrics make it bright for you

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (jj fad)

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

At least make it believable alright, your lies suck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Gonna make you suck your thumb

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (jj fad)

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

Lord papi chulo, better duck and hide, you suck dick in the saddle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will