This is a song about "Wack ass rap"

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

Talking about the god you serve

Ass backwards, at last on these rap actors

And hack your wack ass in 3 imagine me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

We gotta get back to what really matters

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Tired of your wack raps rap beef its past that