This is a song about "Wack lyrics"

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

Every motherfuckin thing about you is wack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Been spending most our lives

"lose yourself'' in carl's lyrics,

You wack rappers can go lay

No one knows what to say

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

Abusing the fact my skillset confuses the wack

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Where the black girls get their weaves back

This raps probably wack