This is a song about "Your mom sucks at 2k nba"

It sucks when your competition aint much

They vaguely decipher my language

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Black fours red drop head doors

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

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

But did you think about your mom,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Your mom jumped on this cock

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win