This is a song about "Wacky wacky wack dont go back"

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Dont back off, come on and get bit

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

The world looking out, they on the front row

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

Your the wack one, cant take it all back

This is why her nigga mad