This is a song about "Your team sucks at basketball"

This team spits eyes at assholes, cast's home is scenic

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Lying to yourself, all over an image

It sucks when your competition aint much

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I just call it …remember all the dough

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You know the world sucks when you can't even rep your nation!

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack