This is a song about "Our whack"

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

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

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Every whack rapper eliminated

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

We teach our future our past

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

No need, you know you lack, your whack

Yeah, the sex in the sack