This is a song about "Your life sucks"

I've come here to end your life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Gettin told your worthless sucks but you gotta keep ya mind on track

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Your rap is not fresh, its sucks, this fuck's choosin to

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I live a life of luxury, but trust me, i'm the man it sucks to be

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money