This is a song about "Our whack"

That moschino shit is so back

So step back boy, your shit is whack

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

And then i laughed so hard, cuz they were so whack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip