This is a song about "Whack raps"

The third one is mixed, white and black

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Let em marinate, you forever late

Whack rappers bowing down, basically homage is paid,

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

But i’m praying in advance

Enough of the weakened raps

The science and the art, africa

Your shit is whack, nigga

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

Know what i do: manufacturing crack