This is a song about "Your song sucks"

Our nation have to bow, africa

And i know your hearts breaking and it sucks huh

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Ima diss you to your song holy grail

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

It sucks when your competition aint much