This is a song about "Your song sucks"

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

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

It sucks when your competition aint much

Sing song, steal your girl's thong, then serenade her like i'm chester see/

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

And i know your hearts breaking and it sucks huh

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

He will make a song that is stating and hating all of your sins

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check