This is a song about "Your singing sucks"

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

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

Fuck them, fly together

Hitting the singing feather

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

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

I know you love singing listen to this

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Your flow sucks with no rhythm, flows hit you, knock ya back,

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Beautiful are thou, africa

And i know your hearts breaking and it sucks huh