This is a song about "No wack rappers"

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Rappers pretentious but i ain't no

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

I ain't stoopin' that low, these wack 'rappers' needs classes to blow/

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

No clay female rappers in this game