This is a song about "Wack bitches"

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Them wack niggas too boring

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

And daddy's in the cadillac

Snapple fact: you rather wack

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

Black woman you cold

These wack bitches getting old