This is a song about "Ur wack"

Its been hard an most been wack,

When i was starving now it's payback

And let the beat play

You wack rappers can go lay

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

To tell the truth most if you lil niggas wack

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Them wack niggas too boring

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Abusing the fact my skillset confuses the wack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps