This is a song about "Whack bars"

I be spittin the bars,

And mine somewhere bout mars

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip

These whack rappers, rapping whack

That moschino shit is so back

Every whack rapper eliminated

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Give me heated bars,your whack rhymes were so unread

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Your bars are whack,uneligble for a track,step back

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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