This is a song about "How wack are you"

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

But, i plead you can see things are not how you perceive

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

I call em up, they might fall through

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Snapple fact: you rather wack

That we ain't never had

So quit talk about how good you are

The things they say went a little too far

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce