This is a song about "U whack"

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

With alla this whack shit

You ain't gon find that

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

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

Yeah i know, but sometimes, you're pretty whack.

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

As i seenobody cares about my history

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

This is why her nigga mad

No need, you know you lack, your whack

She was wet off the bat

On the track, cuz your shit is whack