This is a song about "Whack"

Your shit is whack, nigga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

These whack rappers, rapping whack

She always comin back

Whack or smack worthy, must write regardless

Let's have a toast for this new love

Whack rappers bowing down, basically homage is paid,

Let em marinate, you forever late

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap