This is a song about "Whack nigga"

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

And then i laughed so hard, cuz they were so whack

I don't want it on my back

These whack rappers, rapping whack

Yea my rhymes still are whack

And daddy's in the cadillac

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

I'm stashin' whack rappers in mattresses under floorboards,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

When i was young i was told that shit was whack