This is a song about "Whack rappers"

These backpackers and whack rappers i'm sending to graves,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

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

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

And tell me why would we just think about

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

Yea my rhymes still are whack

But i muscle rap

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Making whack rappers react with the sneezing