This is a song about "Wack"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

The door crack, niggas all black

Im avoiding wack bitches

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Teach wack rappers how to spell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

Now concentrate until you get the juice

You might think these lines are bad and wack

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,