This is a song about "Jeremy whack"

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

The third one is mixed, white and black

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

I'm stashin' whack rappers in mattresses under floorboards,

I'm stuck with that

With alla this whack shit

Top dropped down, black on black

Yea my rhymes still are whack

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip

And that maybach, let me take em way back

No need, you know you lack, your whack