This is a song about "How whack you are"

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

No need, you know you lack, your whack

The door crack, niggas all black

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

When love comes callin', don’t love back

So i guess you could say your flow is whack

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Skills you lack is more than ya bars,that are whack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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