This is a song about "How wack are you"

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

Wolf gang, triple six crew

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

How are you breathing? it's more like you're heaving,

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

New rappers are copies,how can you say that i'm wack?

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

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows