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

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Until you go behind my back

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,

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

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Dont back off, come on and get bit

They all need attention, they call me a g though

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

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Shit that one was wack, so i take a step back