This is a song about "Whack crack"

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

That moschino shit is so back

Skyrocket like weed on crack

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

And i must admit

With alla this whack shit

Money ain't a thing

Mostly crack engineering

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

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

So tell me what they crack

You got reason to brag

She was wet off the bat

Yea my rhymes still are whack