This is a song about "Wack mcs"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Wack mcs get carted away to some far place with vultures

Every motherfuckin thing about you is wack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

Dont blame me i had wack mc syndrome wanna blast mcs n then some

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I'll eat other mcs to fulfil my appetite

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Smashin giant mcs to the size of infants

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Lyrical genius while these other mcs need practice