This is a song about "Crack is wack"

Flow is wack, you thought hard when you wrote your raps,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

You're startin' shit you can't back up, your wack ass rappin' is flawed

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

This was a quick trash i hope yours is not as wack!

No fake is safe against me, i'm a tough nut to crack

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target