This is a song about "Wack call of duty players"

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

? all white but the phantom is all black

Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights