This is a song about "How wack are you"

How are you going to survive?

I used to have a nine to five

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

The boa know they loving the crew

I'm going to start with how are you

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

You might think these lines are bad and wack

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Every motherfuckin thing about you is wack

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Hey how you been, are you ready for this shit to begin.