This is a song about "Wack rappers"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Every motherfuckin thing about you is wack

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Luxury life, results living bad

Bejay is back to smash another wack

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I eat wack rappers like im from hungary

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

You, you, you have to pay for that

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Actors get smacked, wack rappers will pass the crown,

I see you wack-ass rappers as a blight, infection/

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin