This is a song about "Wack bitches"

Abusing the fact my skillset confuses the wack

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

More money that mean less sleep

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Im avoiding wack bitches

That moschino shit is so back

Bejay is back to smash another wack

She always comin back

Since you been gone shit has been wack

With those wack lines you'll never see profit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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