This is a song about "Warlord of rap eat wack rappers"

New rappers are copies,how can you say that i'm wack?

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Like i already beheaded these wack rap writers/

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Teach wack rappers how to spell

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

You wack rappers can go lay

She can't know where my mother stay

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years