This is a song about "Whack rappers"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Whack rappers in sight, with the trash that they write in their sightless gaze

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Here, whack rappers i'll make a promise with you, but first let these lyrics like comets hit you

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

No need, you know you lack, your whack

She always comin back

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Feel the wrath matter fact y'all whack

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out