This is a song about "Crips are wack"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I know im a wack rapper, whos rhymes are straight out the sewer,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Bejay is back to smash another wack

I wish that you could walk that talk but your bars are wack

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Your rhymes are wack, your swag is wack your shit is so last year

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips