This is a song about "U whack"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Feel the wrath matter fact y'all whack

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Can't win with a passive attack

Yea my rhymes still are whack

So i guess you could say your flow is whack

Two times for the chicks with the right bag