This is a song about "Whack"

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

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

The door crack, niggas all black

Feel the wrath matter fact y'all whack

That moschino shit is so back

No need, you know you lack, your whack

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Yeah i know, but sometimes, you're pretty whack.

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.